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Ticking Away, Tocking Away

Maggie was sitting at the counter, her fingers dancing across the invisible keyboard in front of the monitor. It didn't take her to long to figure it out. The sensors on the monitor knew what she was typing.

She scanned the newsheets looking for a tidbit of information, gaining what she could from where she was but still not a hint of Max anywhere to be found.

"Maybe, he's mindlocked," a voice chimed in from the bluetooth-like device in her ear.

"Could explain a lot," she replied. She reached for a diet cola and took a sip. "This is really strange. Like fish out of the water strange."

"Care to tell?" the voice asked.

Maggie looked at the dozens of watches on her arm, checking the time on each were about a minute off. "In another forty or so minutes."

"Jesus, Mags," the voice stated. "You're not going to go full Doc Brown on me now are ya?"

A Cool Refreshing Drink

His watched chimed at him again; Max glanced down and noticed the time was 2pm. Break time. He got up from the desk and walked to the water cooler where several others where standing around, holding plastic cone cups and jabbering about whatever they talked about around a cooler.

"... a meteorite landed outside of the city..."

"... did you catch the news about the body missing from the morgue..."

"... someone stole a bunch of watches from a S-Store..."

Max grabbed a cup and poured himself a drink. Sipping the heavenly liquid, the water danced over his taste buds making them feel alive. He was questioning his sensations.

"Yo, Maxie," Chan said. "Wassup with that?"

"Huh?" Max questioned.

"The whole body quivering when you drink or taste something - it's like you are tasting things for the very first time," Chan told him. "It reminds me of my niece when she tastes a different brand of baby food."

Max felt he was looking down a long dark tunnel; he took a glance at the cup and then back at Chan again and then back at the cup. He didn't know what to say so he quaffed the water.