Jacob couldn’t get the thought of the old catacombs out of his head. He watched Charles tinkering with an old watch on the makeshift workbench. The old man still had his goggles. Jacob tried not to laugh when one of the lenses got stuck and Charles had both his hands over his head, trying to loosen the hinge. Charles raised an eyebrow. “You could give an old man a hand instead of laughing at him.” “How long are you going to work on that watch?” Jacob asked. He untied a leather roll, spread it out, and slid a tiny screwdriver from one of its slots. “It’s almost done,” Charles said, putting his arms down. Jacob leaned in and started fiddling with the hinge on Charles’s lenses. “Looks like there’s something stuck in here.” He used the blade of the screwdriver to pick at a small metal object. It finally started rattling around a bit. “Try taking them off and shaking them.
