"Save the clock tower!" a grating voice suddenly ordered, causing them [Marty and Jennifer] to jerk apart. / Simultaneously, a donation can was placed between the two teenagers. It rattled hollowly, as if there were only two or three lonely coins inside. / "Save the clock tower!" the voice repeated. / Jennifer and Marty turned to look at the person who had interrupted them. She was a middle-aged church-type woman with prematurely blue hair. Her upper lip, Marty noted with just a touch of revulsion, was covered with nearly enough fine hair to provide an aspiring young man with a decent mustache. Under her arm were dozens of printed flyers. / "Please make a donation to save the clock tower," the woman said, rattling the can again. "