“Scotty, what is this?” she asked, furious, shaking his arm.

“Let go of me,” he said.

Sprite only tightened her grip. “What is this countdown?” she said, teeth clenched. “So help me, Scotty. Whatever horrible things you think I’m capable of, is nothing compared to what I’ll really do.”

Sprite undid the watch’s clasp and removed it from Scotty’s wrist.

“Think about it, Scotty,” Sprite said. Scotty swallowed and looked to the ground. Sprite nodded her head. “Exactly. Now tell me what this is.”

But Scotty clawed at his pant leg and a strange pain hit Sprite in the side.