(Steps forward, floorboards creak)It’s been three years, Grandpa. The air in here is the same dust from when I was ten. ELIAS Dust is just time that’s settled. Leave it be.
And now it’s in a box. In a shop. In a town where nothing happens. 7.2 210 Drama
I’m not going there to fix gears. I’m going to paint. I’m going to move. Everything in this room just... repeats. Leave it be
The stage is filled with the rhythmic, polyphonic ticking of dozens of clocks. ELIAS sits at a workbench, a jeweler’s loupe pressed to his eye. He is working on a delicate gold pocket watch. CLARA stands by the door, holding a messenger bag. In a town where nothing happens
[ELIAS freezes. He slowly removes the loupe and looks at the pocket watch, not her.] Berlin. They have clocks there, I suppose.
[CLARA walks to a large grandfather clock in the corner. It is silent.]
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