My world has grown small in the dark overnight, until sudden blinding light shocks me even more than the piercing scream of despair on the morning air…

I used to go around the world seeing everyone and everything.

Over and over and over again in the fraction of a second I’ve seen my Universe in a never-ending loop.

Too late I see my murderer. Sharp and sneaky and small in a flash but I cannot speak, I am pierced with agony as I reach home in the nick of time.

Trapped in the garage now my life runs out of me and I sink into the pebbles of the floor, sighing my last breath in the night as everyone sleeps but me.

Where is the air compressor when you need one?!

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