It was just a watch. Just a smile watch. Turning the trinket over in her hands, the dark haired girl regarded it with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. It was a simple looking thing, a gold pocket watch with an etching of the globe on the front. Highly detailed and yet somehow still subtle. There was something about it, some way the artist had captured the movement of the earth that held her captivated.<br/><br/>Sitting up a little, Beth pressed the small button in the front that popped the face open with a small clicking noise. Within the watch, it was strange. Instead of numbers and two hands, there were three smaller clocks each one marked differently. One was marked one through twelve as a normal clock, another was marked one through thirty one, and yet another was simply a series of hash marks in varying sizes. It was odd, and she didn't know what to make of it.<br/><br/>Twisting the small knob on the side, she set the clock to the current time-3:15- and then fiddled around with the other setting, no particular reasoning behind it. After a few seconds, she slowly depressed the knob back into place.<br/><br/>For a moment, everything seemed normal. She was in her bedroom, lying stretched out across her chaise lounge, covered in a snowflake printed blanket that was well worn from use. All around her, her school books lie in scattered piles, the typical bedroom of a grad student.<br/><br/>And then, a nagging sensation began to tug at the back of her mind. First just a small pricking that slowly grew until it felt as though her head might split open. An overwhelming sense of vertigo overtook her, and it felt like she was tipping forwards, about to fall, and then a wave of nausea swept her backwards and her vision turned a hazy shade of blue before her whole body shattered into a million pieces.<br/><br/>.....<br/><br/>"What the fuck..." Beth groaned, pushing herself up on the palms of her hands. The first thing she was aware of was the fact that under her hands was no longer the soft plush of before, but rather hard and solid like she was lying on the ground. The very next thing she noticed,was the smell.<br/><br/>It was a pungent smell of rot and decay, filling her nostrils and making her eyes water. Her eyes,which were finally starting to focus on the brick wall in front of her. Cocking her head to the side, she studied the red and brown wall-nothing about it look familiar. Her head still swam as she tries to move from her back to her knees, which ended up with her retching in the cobblestones in front of her. Cobblestones? Where was she?<br/><br/>Before she could even begin to process the question she felt something sharp poke into her side and a voice with a decided English accent gruffly say, "Aye, get up off the ground wench!"<br/><br/>What the hell was going on?