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When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on. He went to his window, opened it up, and just watched the traffic move.

The monitor cut to black. The speakers died with a heavy, distorted pop. Island.Time.rar

He waited. He counted to sixty in his head. He looked back at the clock. 03:17:01 When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on

It took him an hour of physical exertion just to move the mouse cursor two inches across the screen. His muscles burned. Sweat poured down his face. The speakers died with a heavy, distorted pop

The audio file was still playing through his speakers. The waves crashed slowly, heavily, matching the surreal pace of the world outside.

The sound of the waves on the track was no longer soothing. It was a taunt. He realized that while he had all the time in the world, he was utterly alone in it. There was no internet to browse because data couldn't transfer. There were no new messages from friends. The world was a beautiful, paused museum, and he was the only patron.