Jessica Jordan, her name he could hear through the speaker on his phone. He remembered her somewhat over the past couple years, having been her friend in High School and even kept in contact with him up until about two years ago as their jobs kept them further apart than before. Her voice brought her face into his mind, mainly remembering how she had looked back in High School than in college. Any big job regarding hospitals and dental offices took more time in college than teaching jobs did. It was no real surprise that he had drifted away from her. 

Her call was out of the blue, and her reason for calling him seemed just as, if not more random than the call itself. She wanted for him to examine a pocket watch for her? That was an odd request, especially coming from someone who had not spoken with Brendon for two years. Maybe she wanted an appraisal for it without calling in a big professional? Whatever her reasons were for coming to him with the strange request, he would have to find out in due time. "Well, what's it look like?" His question was plain and somewhat awkward. He didn't even know if she was still in Seattle or not, so he couldn't ask her to meet him somewhere to look over it, or for him to come over, or even vice-versa. "Are you still in the Seattle area? If you are, we can meet somewhere and I can go ahead and take a look at it. Besides, I need a reason to take a little walk, and I can finish up over the weekend."

His shoes sat next to the door that led out into the hallway. As he pressed the phone between the side of his face and his shoulder, he carefully maneuvered himself to put his shoes on, getting ready to move out, whether or not Jessica was in the area. He still needed food, and if worse came to worse, she still had his number and could send him a picture of what the pocket watch in question looked like. He knew artifacts, and he knew history, but pocket watches were sort of a strange thing for him to look at. It was not nearly as easy to tell who made a watch when compared to finding out who made a sword, and from only a picture, there was only so much he could do.