The clock ticked away it's heightening anxieties and stressful fears with it's continious rampaging over the same time. It was 3rd October 1923 and Peter a boy of blonde hair and ten years had just got ready for bed in the estate of Windmill Manor. His parents tucked him in good night and he drifted off to sleep. He was a boy who was often picked on at school for his sense of genuine imagination but this was kept severley secretive from his parents because he knew his parents worried astoundingly easily and didn't want to be taken out due to the fact that his teacher Mr. Fankford Day was an extrodinarily supportive human being and had learned a lot from him over the past academic years. Usually on this day at night his parents hired a man with a twisted moustache and miniscule glasses to repair their clock that unknowingly stopped in hopes that they wouldn't have to buy a new one for they were almost certain they would be unable to afford one which always confused Peter because he knew they were quite wealthy but was in utter thankfulness it didn't get into his parent's heads. Just like Peter they cared about passion, imagination and who they were on the inside instead of known for. They cared about each other. The man slightly crept through the door of the front of the manor and on the right side was Peter's bedroom where he can get full view of the friendly looking enough but peculiarly mysterious figure with the even more peculiarly mysterious moustache. He seemed to be mute and didn't talk a great deal at all. The man proceeded to repair the clock and Peter's eyes uncomfortably stared and glared at the man with the moustache but he never looked back so Peter could have his eyes the entire night until he left in the early morning. He seemed like he was very secretive, either that, or just heavily private in his own life, possibly severe anxieties or just a great sense of keeping to himself. When he left the next morning he was awoken by his parents and Peter immediatley asked "When do you think that man will finally fix the clock. And why does he have that style of moustache? I know you always teach me it doesn't matter how people look, about the inside, I was just wondering because I've never seen that moustache before. It endlessly intrigues me." Peter's parents looked confused at each other and answered "You must of been dreaming sweetheart." Peter's eyes looked innocently back at his parents. "We haven't hired anyone to repair the clock. We were thinking of maybe selling it to an antique collector. It doesn't really have a place here."


But it did have a place there for it turned out that the clock being turned backwards in time helped bring back Peter's childhood and aged him back to ten, when he should be by now, twenty five. He had travelled through time. But who was the man with the moustache? It couldn't of been in his imagination or maybe it was and thats what makes it even more real than anything in the entire world since this meant more than Earth itself to Peter and his precious memories of being creatively passionate again.