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out the window, nervously, a puzzled look on his face. He checks his watch,

glances to the clock on the wall, and asks his wife what her stove clock says.

. . Martha, what time do you have?

He holds up his watch and she stares at her clock and then they both stare at

each other. When he discovers they are all in sync, he shakes his head and

goes back to wolfing his breakfast down.

Martha has gone into her garden behind the house, but is too upset to be

tending to the garden. She has her basket with her, to collect the produce,

her hair tied back with a bandana to keep it out of the way as she would

normally be bending over a lot, but is just standing there between the lettuce

and onions and tomato plants, a worried look on her face. Suddenly she jerks

her face up, though not a sound has been made to alert her to the presence of

a Zeta beside her. She comes close to tears seeing a friend, her face showing

relief at being able to seek counsel.

My God, what’s happening!

A tall Zeta comes up to her and puts his right hand on her left shoulder,

lowering his head to touch his forehead to hers. Martha rises her right hand

and puts it on the Zeta’s left shoulder at this, and they stand there briefly

for a moment.

They pull back from each other, now gazing into each other’s faces. Martha’s

face now reflects calm. She is no longer frantic and afraid.

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Danny's eyes pop open in the darkened tent, though no sound or motion has

awakened him. He shines a flashlight on his watch and a puzzled look comes

over his face, as it shows 10:12 in the morning. Yet it is still dark.

Feeling him stirring, Daisy wakens. She says,

Can't you sleep either?

Danny says,

Normally I sleep like a log on camping trips. Odd that

we’re both having trouble sleeping. I know what’ll fix

that.

Danny reaches for Daisy, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close,

nuzzling her neck. The couple assumes they are having insomnia, the watch

broken, and Danny is just settling into snuggling with Daisy when they hear

voices from the New Age couple next door. Danny says,

They’re awake too? Something’s not right here.

Danny pulls on his pants and goes out to investigate.

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The campers all meet by the smoldering camp fire, now out, and look around and

at their watches. Daisy says,

Our watches seem to be fast.

A bit stunned and confused, the campers stand around the remnants of their

campfire, looking first at their watches and then at each other. Frank and

Danny compare times, then stare at each other. Danny says,

10:16

And Frank’s concurs.

10:14

Danny goes to check the clock in his car, which also reads 10:16. He says,

Whatever it is, it’s made all the clocks fast. We’ll

probably hear about it later on the news. Weird!

Jane is stirring last night's campfire, adding kindling, and puts some water

on for coffee. Having no explanation for why their clocks are wrong, and not

wanting to admit to themselves how frightened they are, the campers joke

around. Jane says,

Everything looks better after a cup of coffee.

Frank smirks and says,

Yeah, we’re all still just dreaming.

Daisy is sitting on a rock, a slight frown on her face, blinking and saying

nothing, not willing to let go of her anxiety. Gradually the dawn rises, and

the group shows their obvious relief. Daisy brightens like the rising Sun when

the light of dawn shows, her face almost estatic.

Oh, there’s the Sun!

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Back at the Daily News in Newark, New Jersey, Zack Maya, the newspaper editor,

is frantic, red in the face with anger, and standing as he phones a friend

from his office as he is too agitated to sit. He is looking at his watch and

where it appears to be dawn outside, his watch and the clock on the wall say

1:07 pm. He shouts into the phone.

What the hell's going on! You told me there wasn't any

danger, you asshole. I did what you asked me to do,

now what are you going to do about this!

It becomes apparent that the other party hung up on him. The editor is holding

the phone away from his ear, staring at it, then muttering under his breath

and hanging it up, looking decidedly despondent. The sound of beeping traffic

and hysterical shouting can be heard out the window.

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The clock at the New York Stock Exchange reads 1:11 pm. Life goes on, even in

the face of the inexplicable. On the trading floor of the Stock Exchange,

there are shouts and traders running to and fro with mobile cell phones to

their ears, but the floor is uncharacteristically empty and quiet. Traders

and dealers are standing around, staring at the big clock which now reads

1:11.

There is some trading going on. Some shouts and people running around with

mobile cell phones, but a lot of traders and dealers are just standing and

staring at the big clock reading 1:11. People talk with each other, gesturing

and pointing excitedly. Small groups watch TV monitors hanging from wires on

the floor. CNN team talks about the daybreak being hours late.

.. scientists have yet to come up with an explanation

for why this day is getting a late start. Most

businesses and schools are operating at their normal

schedule, but the confusion has ..

Out on the busy street outside, in Times Square, a drug dealer who would

normally move through the crowd rapidly, making his contacts and moving to

safer streets, stands with his back against a brick wall, eyes scanning the

sky, cigarette in hand. A bum comes up to bum a smoke.

Got some smokes, man?

He is absentmindedly handed the entire pack by the dealer, complete with

lighter. The dealer pulls out a joint and turns to the bum, asking for a

light, apparently forgetting that he just handed the bum the pack and lighter,

distracted.

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Hey! Gimme a light, would ya?

Cars are stalled and people are looking out their windows at the sky. A group

of farm kids get off a bus and look around in a big huddle.

So this is New York? Boy, they sure do have traffic

jams! Mom was right!

An executive in a dark gray suit steps out of a cab, smooth black briefcase in

hand. He notices a fine red dust powdering the sidewalk, and squats to pick