He lunged for the rusted pocket watch. As he pried the back open with a kitchen knife, the image of the woman on his screen began to pixelate and fade, the file slowly deleting itself one row of pixels at a time.
When Elias plugged it into his laptop, the drive was nearly empty. There was only one folder, and inside, only one file: . 185_043.jpg
Elias looked at the clock on his desk. It was . He lunged for the rusted pocket watch