Continuing In 2006, The Fictional World of Lindsey Gemme
...grey cloudy light was filtering through it and lay over their rust and brown interior. "It's getting awfully dark isn't it?"
Rose-Marie cast a disinterested look through the windowpanes. "It is getting late, I suppose."
"What time is it?" he asked, looking about the neat and uncluttered shop. The square clock above the staircase read 3:27. "That time can't be right, is it?" he murmured, pointing.
Rose-Marie shook her head. "That clock has been wrong for a month now. Every time I needed to know the hour I would step outside to read the outdoor clock of the stationary store."