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Chapter 1   
07:21am 13/09/2007
  A visible sigh as his reluctant breath met the cold night air.  With a familiar two tone beep he unlocked the door to his '98 Geo Metro. It was forest green and had definitely seen better days. As he reached for the door handle he caught a glimpse of three large dents in the side of his car. After seeing the dents a strong headache began to throb and with his other hand he gingerly examined a large bruise on his forehead. He remembered quite vividly what made both, the dents as well as his formidable lump, but it was all ok. You see, officially, as of Today he has no life... If you'd have asked him what his girlfriend was like two days ago he would have told you that Sarah was an amazing, interesting, and beautfiul girl who had a whimiscal sense of humor and a love for adventure. However, if you were to ask him that very same question right this minute he'd probably tell you something alittle different. 

It all began two days ago, it was Friday afternoon and the clock was just minutes away from 5:30. As the seconds slowly ticked away all he could think about was the evening he had planned; A romantic dining experience with reservations for two at one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. In his mind he visualized jaunting to the time clock at the end of the long rows of cubicles, punching in his employee code to clock out, and then merrily saying goodnight to the receptionist on his way out. The truth of the matter was that he never jaunted, but walked softly, and the receptionist couldn't care less about him let alone the thousands of other employees that populated the floors and floors of cubicles in the office building. Life was not particularly hard on him, and he lived quite comfortably for a man his age. He had a reputable job for a respectable national corporation, he had a nice apartment that he shared with his beautiful girlfriend and two fish named Marcello & Pebbles, and he had a loving family that were all coming to visit for his 27th Birthday which was on Sunday. Finally, the clock crept its way to 5:30 and as he stood up to leave he heard a familiar and daunting voice come from two cubicle blocks away.

"THOMAS, BEFORE YOU LEAVE CAN I SEE YOU IN MY OFFICE, PLEASE."

The voice was that of his boss, Rutherford V. Kingsley.		  
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Fingers...   
01:13pm 15/08/2007
  New day.

New shoes.

New journal.

New fingers.		  
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