He felt the right pocket of his tailored vest again. Nowerdays, he seemed to do so without stop when he was in public. By chance, he had found a string of reality that took carbonated bottled water as a ridiculously high priced currency. With the bottle he had in his backpack on one of his first experimental travels, he was able to trade for a strange artifact in the form of a pocket watch. This watch was now happily ticking away in his vest. Whenever Bill felt as if his story was just to crazy to believe, he would grab on to that watch that allowed him to look one minute into the future just a little tighter. All he had to do was move its finger that showed the minutes in a clockwise direction by a small amount. A rather dull smile crept on his chubby, slightly shiny face. This ability was just to good to keep away from. this weekend alone, he made a fortune in a betting parlor at a roulette table in a shadier part of town. Although the merchant had warned him to never, under any circumstance, use the power of the clock more than once a month, unless he wanted to incur a terrible backlash, Bill had discovered a simple loophole around that condition. If he constantly kept the fingers of the timepiece to that one minute in the future, he would permanently see what was about to happen. So nothing ever could happen to him because he would always be 60 seconds ahead of disaster! That way he was able to get away from the bouncers at the gambling den just in the nick of time before they would drag him to the basement never to be seen again.
