[ WP ] Time freezes , but you are unaffected . After wandering around for a while , you find a cat that 's also not frozen . It seems he wants you to follow him ...

... I say seems, but it was pretty obvious, he actually said `` Oi, Hoomanprrrrr... I need you to come with me and do something to fix this... problem I have'' 
 
 My response was `` huh'', yup, just `` huh''. Time was stood rock solid still, it had been for about 4 hours now, but my watch still says 11:07, I was the only hooma... sorry human not affected and there was a talking cat. I did n't have time to panic, or maybe I was the only one who did, but I just coud n't, make your own sense of it, I'm no atomic rocket clock surgeon. 
 
 You ever seen a look of disdain on a cat? Nah, neither had I until today. Looking back my dear old mam had a cat, that cat would wait for me to put my keys on the mantle, jump up and start playing with them. She'd knock them back and forth for a bit until I noticed, then looking directly at me she would paw them to the edge, I would frown, she would nudge them some more, I would say `` do n't'', she would nudge them a little more, I would frown AND say do n't, then she would. I hated that cat. 
 
 `` Well?'' he almost hissed, `` yes or no..prrrr?'' 
 
 `` Uh-huh'' I nodded, still unsure what to make of it. 
 
 `` Oh good, we've made it to two syllables, fantastic,'' Fucking sarcasm from a cat. Of all the bollocks to pile on a guy in a situation like this, sarcasm. `` we need to go to the university.'' 
 
 The university was about 8 miles away and would take about 2 hours to walk. I hate walking. 
 
 I started to walk in the direction of the University of Science and Technology. The art of conversation eventually progressed and I managed to use some of my big words. As it turns out the cat had been named Chronus by a nutty professor called Patel Phillipe. He had changed his name by deed poll from Timothy Smith ( I shit you not, this is what the cat told me ) to the name of the company who invented the very first wrist watch. He was a professor of some really long sciencey thing who had built something that caused vibrations in the third dimension, this one as far as I know, these vibrations had passed over to the last dimension, time, and was causing issues all over the universe with beings who had already discovered other dimensions between the physical and the chronological. But that was n't the main concern at the moment, since we where stuck in one moment, there was something else, something much more pressing. I admit at this point my head started to hurt and I tuned out, caught up in more pressing matters. My'more pressing matters' of wondering how birds had n't fallen from the sky, if I could nick that ice-cream from that child without her noticing and if it was worth my while sneaking a peak in the ladies changing rooms at the local swimming pool coincided almost exactly with his unheard explanation of the problem and our arrival at the university. We had also arrived at exactly the same time we had set out, 11:07, so none of it was a complete waste of time. Awesome. 
 
 I walked passed the security guard; his pose was the only one that seemed to fit the situation, cap over is his nose, leant back on his chairs feet on the desk in front of him. Perfect. We went through some large brown double doors, passed several class rooms of students, a dining hall, down another long corridor down some steps through two more sets of doors, until we arrived at a dingy little room, in the room was a body scanner similar to one at an airport. It surrounded a brown door. 
 
 “ You need to remove all metal before you go in, empty your pockets on the shelf up there and walk through the door ” Instructed Chronus. I did what I was told and went through the door. 
 
 There was poor light and a rank smell of spilled red bull, old coffee and sweat in the room I now entered. It was a mess of overflowing bins, empty packets of Doritos, Cheetos and Kettle Chips. It had one resident. If you could collide a science geek and a comic nerd so completely that something new existed after the fact, it was this guy. Doc. Brown hair? Check ( but sandy brown not white ). Glasses? Check. Tape holding them together? Check. White overcoat? Check. Flash T-shirt? Check. Corduroy jeans? Check. Batman Vans? Check. Perfect. His static pose, too, was perfect, he was in the process of tipping over in his chair, a large can of Redbull had started to spill in the air, as had several doritos from a large bag. Six monitors where on the desk, one had his emails on it, three had graphs, another seemed to be dedicated to a science setting calculator, and the biggest one was a Bonny Rotten movie that looked like it was just getting to the interesting bits. 
 
 I heard a jingling sound from behind me, “ What do I do now? ” I asked. The jingling stopped. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know. ” the jingling started again 
 
 “ What? ” I turned round and stepped out of the room, the cat was on the shelf. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know, I ’ m just a cat, ” he returned to playing with my keys, I frowned, he noticed. 
 
 “ Well, you asked me to come with you, ” he looked at me and knocked my keys “ stop that ” I said “ what do I do? ”. He did it again, I frowned “ Stop tha… ” my keys hit the floor. “ For fucks sake Chronus, what do I do, you brought me here to sort a problem did n't you? ” 
 
 “ Yes, and you did. I am no longer bored. Thank you. ” He turned around, sauntered along the shelf and jumped down onto the chair and started clawing at it. 
 
 
 `` But what about the machine, the vibrations, the dimension things? What about all the people who can ’ t move out there? ” I pointed to the ceiling, you know, like you do. 
 
 “ Oh that, that ’ ll fix itself, in a few minutes. Time is like an elastic band, it ’ ll come back to its resting point and carry on like nothing happened. ” 
 
 `` So why did I have to be here for that?'' I was starting to argue with a cat. 
 
 `` Did you actually think I would bring you here to fix time? I brought you here because this is my current place of residents, and there were no items on the shelf for me to play with'' He looked at me like I was an idiot. 
 
 `` I thought you needed someone with, I dunno, opposable thumbs or something that a cat does n't have'' I was starting to get really pissed off at this cat. 
 
 
 `` Well, I did n't have any keys'' he looked a little too please with himself and went back to clawing at the chair seat. 
 
 
 I felt a sudden wave of motion, like the feeling you get when you look down at the tided swelling around your feet sometimes, then there was a hiss from Chronus who looked like he was about to shit right there an then, a thud as Patel Philippe hit the floor, a “ fuckinell ” as expletives hit the air, and Bonny Rotten just got interesting. I grabbed my stuff from the shelf, looked back at the cat, who had bolted out the door and decided I should do the same thing. 
 
 About 15 minutes later I was being interrogated by a security guard who had removed all my items from my pockets and placed them on a desk on the other side of the room. He was threatening me with calling the police when I noticed Chronus jump on the table and start playing with my keys. Chronus looked at me, I frowned, he nudged, I mouthed the word “ don ’ t ”, he nudged, I sighed, shrugged and looked away. I didn ’ t hear my keys hit the floor. 
 
 Chronus followed me home that night when I finally got out of the police station. I don ’ t know how he got there in the first place, but I made sure he had his own keys the day after. Every so often I ask him why I wasn ’ t affected by the pause in time, he just meows, rubs his chin, cheek, and side on me, then shows me his arsehole like cats do. Thanks Chronus. 

