Me and Sophie raced downstairs. She beat me to the office. I didn't know if there would be anything there – perhaps the typewriter was a one-off. But there was something there. A clock.
It seemed like a nice clock, I thought, but I wasn't good on clocks.
I tried to grab it off her but Sophie wouldn't let me hold it. I told her she was a selfish bitch. She told me if I kept being so childish I'd break the clock.
"Fuck the clock," I said. Still, I couldn't help looking over her shoulder as she examined it.
It was the kind of clock you sit on a shelf. It had decorations all over it, old-fashioned curly things – I don't know what they're called – made out of clock-metal and painted bright colours. It wasn't going, but Sophie when turned the key on the back off it went.
"Where's the note?" I said.
"There isn't one."
"Do you think it's from -"
Sophie shrugged. But it must have been from Katy and her Dad. Well her Dad at least – five-year-olds don't own clocks.
"We can put it in the lounge room," I said.
"Yeh, but we need other stuff, and you have to pay those people back." She called them Those People because she didn't like how I called them Chinas. Big deal. Those People was a stupid thing to call them. It could have meant anyone.
"You know what I think?" she said.
"What?" I said. I wasn't really listening. I was looking at the clock. I turned it over and there was a date underneath. 1790 AD.
"You're not even listening to me, are you?" Sophie said.
"I am. 1790," I said, pointing at the date.
"What I think we should do," she said, rolling her eyes, "is sell the clock."
I had to admit it was a pretty good idea.
"Okay," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'll sell the bloody clock."
So I went upstairs and got my bag and stuffed the clock inside, and kissed Sophie goodbye, and went off into the hot morning.
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Hotel Ambrose
FantasyTwo runaway children steal a baby and attempt to raise it themselves in the world's most haunted hotel. To Ben and Sophie the abandoned hotel seems like the perfect place to hide. No adult will ever find them there. Within its strange walls they ca...