It was a hazy afternoon. The clockmaker just went upstairs to his so-called "time tower", hidden between the trees in the upper part of town. He was about to get his son outside again.
"Tony, it's time to go home."
"Yes, father." the boy said obediently as he tightened his coat, which somewhat grew small on him.
The clockmaker was careful not to let his son be seen by a lot of people and wrapped a scarf around him. As they have reached their humble house, they started discussing results inside the underground laboratory.
"Alright, let's see how much you've aged..."