[ WP ] You collect trinkets called dimension pockets . You have a pencil that never runs out of lead and a bottle that never runs out of water . Whats your favorite/most useful one and how did you get it ?

As much as it had pained me to part with even the least of my hard-won trinkets, I'd known that I was getting an amazing bargain when the disheveled man had snatched the Tin Flask from my hand so may years ago. He'd immediately uncapped it and taken a long draw of its unlimited whiskey, tossing me the Silver Watch almost absently. 
 
 
 I'd explained to the man that the Flask was only good for getting drunk; it would n't pour into anything other than a human's mouth. One could n't use it to fill up barrels, then re-sell the mysteriously generated whiskey, for example. I was naive in those days, and did n't understand why someone would possibly give up the Watch in return for free booze. But now I comprehended more fully than I'd have ever wished. 
 
 
 I snapped the Watch's face closed with a *click*, and tucked it into my vest pocket. The other end of its silver chain was hooked onto one of my vest's buttons in a style I knew was outdated. Lina had always made fun of me for dressing like the `` evil city-slickin' businessman'' from old spaghetti westerns. Her attempt at an American accent when she said it was adorably *earnest*. 
 
 
 She was laying in the bed in front of me, but I'd been lost in memory of the person she used to be. I'd stopped to think about her dark skin, her dark eyes, and the dark curls of her hair. The brilliant smile she'd brandished to devastating effect. Her songbird laugh that she seemed to catch her by surprise every time. I'd stopped to think, and the world had stopped with me. 
 
 
 At first, we thought this would just be another hardship. A struggle that we would weather together. Then we found that the chemo was n't working, and it was like she'd plunged off a cliff without me. 
 
 
 Once I got past my own denial, I thought I might be able to use my trinkets to save her. The Bone Needle could perfectly stitch shut any wound without thread -- but closing a surgical incision was not the issue. The Ivory Kettle could endlessly pour whatever liquid was placed inside it, but there was no shortage of blood for transfusions, should Lina require one. The Glass Ladle could pass through flesh to harmlessly scoop out foreign bodies -- I'd once used it myself to painlessly remove a piece of shrapnel from a man's kidney -- but the tumors _were_ Lina's flesh. 
 
 
 But the Silver Watch had unlimited time. So, I'd use it to learn. I'd spend eons between heartbeats, studying medicine and science until I could damn well invent a cure myself. But the Watch did n't work that way. It gave you time to think. Time to daydream. Time to reminisce. Time would stand still as long as you were n't thinking about the present. Studying medicine while not thinking about it was impossible. 
 
 
 My time with Lina was always time spent. A price paid for the joy she brought me. I was always in the moment with her, and time ticked inexorably forward. It was n't until that time was almost gone that I became miserly with it. I tried to _force_ the Watch to stop everything. To let me have one more minute with her while she was still laughing. While her eyes were still bright. 
 
 
 But it did n't work like that. I was trying to hold still the ocean by grabbing a handful of it. Time ticked past the last of the good days. And now that Lina lay a wasted shell before me, my mind kept wandering back. It paused the world whenever I could n't bear to see her like this. 
 
 
 In her final day, I'd lived a lifetime. So far.
