The watch doesn't remind him of anything in the village--even with the bands matching scrubs. It reminds him of the room tucked in the now disappeared cavern, the computer sitting between coolers and fluorescent lights.

Dropping his gaze, he thinks of the vials, the initials, the colors on each label. He thinks of the sun failing to set and the canyon opening into an identical village across the way.

"No, I don't think we'll manage that," he says, voice thinning as his mouth dries.