>>5627499-and, in your hand, you held a broken clock of some kind.
A tiny clock, to be precise. One with some white leather strips sticking out both sides of it.
You hesitated to question where and how the leather was obtained, instead moving on to the more interesting part of it: the green screen in the centerpiece.
This was the only reason you could tell that it was a clock. It had numbers on it, even, although they were somewhat hard to make out seeing as the screen itself was dead. You could just see the faint remnants of a time burnt into it. 16:30ish... or was it 16:38?
"...what's that?"
Seeing Erna's wide-eyed fascination brought you a sort of strange fullness. Why did you feel like she was proud of you; all you did was find something old and interesting. You lifted the clock up a little and turned it towards her so she could see it.
The Buneary poked the hard material surrounding the screen, pushing in the little red button on its side, trying to see if there was some kind of reaction from the device. Nothing...
...but...
...wait.
You...
You've seen this before. Haven't you?
Erna poked the button one more time, bringing you back to reality with a small shout.
After said shout, she stared at you like you'd just told her you came from outer space. "...wait, what? Why would it..."
You stared her right back. Erna just tilted her head, confused.
<span class="mu-i">"Indie, why would this be human?"</span>