Chris arrived to his home as an 8 years old boy. Fortunately the taxi driver didn't make any question, he just took the money and left. Meanwhile, Chris was desperate to come in his home. He quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom while the last pieces of clothing fell off him. He thought about taking them with him but he was desperate to recover the clock from under his bed first.
In his bedroom, he locked the door and briefly stared at his reflection on his full-length mirror before he looked for the watch. He was butt naked, an eighth years old with no trace of maturity on his body. He felt so small, weak and pathetic that he doesn't even want to say a word in order to don't hear his squeaky little voice again. "I knew playing with that clock was a stupid idea." He thought.