Fate has a strange way of touching us. As Morgan Jacobs learned four years ago when she met a young man named Gabriel Gray. Morgan found herself back in Brooklyn, New York after gaining her degree in literature. She hailed a taxi and smiled to herself ignoring the anger stabbing her mind that resonated from the driver. She gave him the address to Gray Timepieces and pictured the look on Gabriel's face when she walked through the door. She paid the driver when they arrived and excitedly opened the door to the shop only to fall to her knees at the emotions that flooded her just from the room. So much despair and anger. She gasped for air and pushed herself up to her feet and stumbled to the back room where she felt a sense of pride come from some small spot and then Morgan spotted it, a small singular object that she recognized from four years ago. The German pocket watch he'd been working on repairing for years. Morgan took her hand from the watch and was once again overwhelmed by the feeling of the building, but there was another emotion now accompanied those of hatred and despair. She couldn't quite place this emotion though.
"Gabriel?" She called searching the shadows. "Is that you?"
