Inside the small box, the light of the room and the christmas lights catching its brightly shined metal, was Uncle Jesse's fob watch that had always hung from his overalls. As a boy when Jesse used to comfort Luke after something bad had happened - a fight at school or with Bo, falling over and scraping his knees, girls breaking his heart (as had happened as often as Bo had girlfriends before he went to the Marines) - Luke had always sat in his lap and cuddled into him, one of his hands taking hold of the fob watch that would always hang there gently, pressing his ear against it as he held it. The soft, rhythmitic ticking had always calmed his mind and his anger and made him able to listen to what his Uncle had always told him. Jesse of course had known how his passing would affect Luke, or at least he knew the worst case scenario, and so had tried to leave him something that would give him that little bit of peace and acceptance. Something of his Uncle's that he could always carry with him without feeling embarrassed about it. And so, engraved on the back, he had put the simplest message - For my very first, special little boy x