[ WP ] You wake up and see something that anyone else would describe as mundane , but causes you to be suspicious .

Jonathan Stomato did n't get up to much. Each night he would set his alarm to 8:30am the next day. This afforded him enough time to get his morning duties out of the way and start working by 9. In truth he would wake up at 8:25 on the dot, his body clock acutely tuned from years of routine. The setting of the alarm had become a habit, almost a ritual, as reliable as it was unnecessary. Much like the rest of each of Jon's days inevitably proved to be. 
 
 Jon got out of bed and waddled over to the bathroom. He gently splashed his face with cold water, careful not to get any on the floor. He made a quick stop at the fridge to fetch an Up & Go before settling in at his computer to browse the news websites. Everyone else was still asleep and the house was cloaked in a comfortable silence, broken only by brief staccato clacks as Jon entered his password and navigated to the appropriate URLs. 
 
 Jon felt a little tired which was puzzling to him. Then again, there was less traffic than usual the day before so he got to the gym a full five minutes ahead of schedule. `` I guess it was those extra few minutes in the steam room'' he conceded. Still, he was unable to get a firm grip on his focus, eventually allowing his eyes to wander from the screen to the wall. The wall of course was terrifically plain; a kind of off-white neutrality which was so unobtrusive that one might not register its existence despite staring right at it. Jon gazed upwards, and found the edge of the wall adorned with a freshly formed spider web. 
 
 Outside the clouds shifted slightly, permitting a ray of light to peek through Jon's window. The edge of the web glistened momentarily, revealing a solitary string of silk leading away from the dense web network and continuing down behind Jon's PC case. He brought himself to follow its feint path, his eyes tensing as keeping track of its distinct direction became increasingly difficult. The tune to Wizard of Oz permeated through his mind - `` follow the silky-grey road'' he unconsciously muttered in sing-song. 
 
 Abruptly, Jon shook his head in disbelief. `` Follow the silky-grey road!?'' Jon was startled. This kind of silliness was uncharacteristic to say the least. `` Unacceptable even'' he affirmed. `` Surely unacceptable...'' he began to muse. But this was no time for contemplation, he was due to begin work shortly and he had barely begun on his breakfast drink. Jon wrote this episode off as a mere lapse of judgement. `` Forget this nonsense and get to work'' he resolved. 
 
 He opened his registration sheet and began inputting his time of commencement for work. He checked the the computer clock for an exact figure. 10:43. Wait.. what? 10:43. Had he forgotten about daylight savings? He ran over to the living room where a mechanical clock hung over the couch. Panic was beginning to set in. 10:43. `` Impossible! What about the alarm?'' It never went off. Jon's eyes widened. 
 
 He did n't know what this meant or what was going on, but he felt both dreadfully sick and invigoratingly excited. He began gathering his gym bag, leaving the computer glaring with news site tabs still haphazardly spread across monitor. Without confirming that he had collected all his gear, Jon jumped in the car and sped off towards the steam room.
