"Dad..." Chen Ke, in his excitement, his right hand slipped, and he pushed the hour hand past the mark of 1859, down onto the blank portion of the dial where it was never meant to continue turning... He quickly looked at the watch face, and the hour hand had indeed moved past the 1859 mark, resting just below it where he couldn't budge it anymore.
The window became blurry, and the view changed; the cockroach clinging to the glass disappeared, and the noise of the street outside filtered in—Chen Ke heard the sound of carriage wheels, and of wheels crushing over the muddy ground.
Chen Ke recognized this hustle and bustle. He turned to look at the blank watch face again, the hour hand stopped just a little below 1859. He tried to turn the hour hand back, but it wouldn't move.
"What year is it...?" Chen Ke jumped down from the stool, pushed open the door, and right in front of him was King College, which he and Xu Jing had visited before.
