Who knows, maybe it's more than a door, Wrench proclaims with a goading smile. I didn't expect a flower to read our fates. The deep scar across his left palm seems to throb with sympathetic pain when he mentions his encounter with the oracle and the punishment he's still more than a little bitter to have received. But Logan's notion of using a watch as the gauge is one that he hadn't considered, and Wrench jiggles his own on his wrist and frowns at its eternal color. Has yours changed at all since you got here?

While the rest of them might have beelined straight for electronics or jewelry or things of more perceived value, the rows of polyester fleece and wicking technology are like Wrench's candyland. He flips through the racks and wrestles down items until his arms are overloaded with a single outfit that contains no less than three layers of protection. With his luck, the next place they land will probably be at the bottom of a volcano, but he manages to look delighted nonetheless.

Maybe we can find a Benchmade store next.