Elias's fingers brushed the silver. The world around him began to peel away like wet wallpaper, revealing a sky made of violet lightning. He gripped the locket. "Bob, initiate 'Snap-Back.' Now!"
When Elias opened his eyes, he was lying on the sterile floor of the Research Wing. The air tasted of ozone and floor wax. He looked at his wrist. The was silent, its screen cracked and dark, the steel now a dull, lifeless grey. It had burned itself out to bridge the gap. Watch bob-E61B
Elias sat in the ruins of what used to be a Chicago transit station. Around him, the air shimmered like heat haze on asphalt, but there was no heat—only the "Static." The Static was where timelines collided, a graveyard of things that almost happened. "Status, Bob," Elias whispered. Elias's fingers brushed the silver
"Sequence initiated," the watch responded. The steel grew searingly hot against his wrist. "It has been an honor, Elias." There was a sound like a heavy door slamming in a vacuum. "Bob, initiate 'Snap-Back