“Sorry ma’am, we just sold the last ones a few minutes ago. Have you tried the drug store down the street?”

“I just came from there. You’re sure there’s none left?”

“I can check in the back. One moment.” The clerk vanishes for a few minutes, then returns empty handed. “I’m sorry, but we’re clean out.”

“Well, thank you for looking. I guess I’d better go.” I try to smile through my disappointment. As I turn to walk back out through the automatic doors, the clerk clears his throat.

“Ma’am, if you’re desperate, I may know someone who can help. But only if you’re really desperate.” I walk quickly back to the counter, trying not to get my hopes up.

“Anything, please. I’m as desperate as a person can get.” He looks me in the eyes as he hands me a well worn business card.

“Good luck ma’am. Be careful.” I manage a hopeful smile this time, then look down at the card, which reads The Time Keeper.

I just hope he can get me enough time.