Time, time, time, see what’s become of me…

I awoke in the early hours of the morning to the sound of the ocean rushing up onto the shore, shifting sand and the sush of water folding back upon itself, the silence of time shifting like a ghost through the distant universe.

Later, I discovered a sliver metal lighter, just inside my apartment door.

The time machine is back.

Bruce is not.

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