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.
Something strange has happened.
I awoke, sometime in the early hours to a ripping sound, as if the fabric of time itself was being torn apart.
The Time Machine!
I rushed downstairs, losing one slipper on the 1st floor landing and in the lobby almost ran smack into one of them.
A Day Walker!
He was coming from the basement, a smug smile on his face. I noticed that he walked with a slight limp and a white cane.
Whether he sensed me or felt me, I will not know, but he carried on walking across the lobby and out the glass doors onto the quiet street beyond.
Tap Tap Tap.
I tried the basement door. It was locked.
I shouted after him, but he was gone, as if he had simply melted into the approaching dawn outside.
It was then that I realised that Bruce, our doorman was missing.