Marcia noticed a strange antique clock with several switchs and buttons. It doesn't look like something a teenage boy could have in his bedroom. Her instincts told him that it could be a clue, so she took it and kept it in her coat. Christine didn't seem to notice as she kept looking at the height marks on the doorframe. She genuinely was worried about this situation because, in her heart, Christian was still her baby and she was scared of the idea of him growing up and leaving her.
"I guess there's nothing more relevant in here." Marcia told Christine before they left the room. Christine offered her a cup of tea but Marcia politely said no. Then she left the house and called for a taxi to go back to her office. She can't stop thinking about the mysterious clock all the time. It was magical? Cursed? Advanced technology? She wasn't sure but she knew that it was definitely related to what was happening with Christian.
Back at her office, Marcia started to write on a board what she considered were her clues and involved people at the moment. With Christian at the center, there were his parents and possibly his pediatrician. Marcia thought she should consider Christian's friends, teachers and neighbors. Maybe one of them knows something that Christian hasn't tell his mother. Normally at that age, a boy could trust more in other kids his age than any adult.
Then, there were the physical clues, like those height marks on the doorframe. She can't take them with her so she took a few photos. She did the same with clothing tags and shoe box. She remembered her surprise when she found out those shoes were fourteen. It was considered a big size for an adult man, and definitely it was way too big for a teenager boy. Christine said it was fashion, but Marcia wasn't that sure about it.
However, her most important clue right now was the antique clock she found under Christian's bed. For a boy very interested in fashion and trends, according to Christine's words, that clock doesn't fit at all with him. In fact, it doesn't make sense it was under a bed if a clock function is to watch the time on it. Marcia look at it, and noticed it wasn't moving. Maybe it was a broken toy and she was overthinking but something inside her told her she wasn't.
She began to play with the clock buttons and switches but nothing seemed to happen. However, Marcia doesn't have idea that it was actually working remotely somewhere else, or better said on someone else...