[ WP ] You wear a watch that does not work .

Nigel chucked, “ Come on Jack, you should let me know why you still keep that watch? ” 
 
 He looked at him in confusion. 
 
 “ You carry it around all the time, but it ’ s broken. ” 
 
 “ Broken? No it - ” He looked at the long finger hand. It was stuck at the 9. 
 Frozen. When did his watch break? 
 
 Tapping the glass, he wondered when the last time it was working. Maybe it was that time he tripped on his way to work. Surely, it must have happened then. But then again, he had walked to work so rarely. The weather never permitted for it. Strangely however, he couldn ’ t recall any past time before the office. Maybe it was the stress getting to him. Shrugging it off, he continued to write down notes. 
 
 Over the next 5 minutes, he began to experience migraines. Mild at first, but gradually approaching the thin line of chronic. He stood up and decided to check the break room for an Advil to help ease it. 
 
 Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain on his forehead. Disoriented, he falls back into his chair. 
 
 Nigel rushes over, “ Jack are you alright? ” 
 
 “ I ’ m fine, it ’ s just a – “ 
 
 Then all of a sudden, another jolt of pain runs across head, this time extending to the rest of his body. His legs and arms begin to numb, while his vision blurs. He tries to call out for Nigel, but his voice escapes him and he can no longer make out the blobs of images through his eye. He feels the impact of himself falling against the ground with whatever level of feeling he has left. 
 
 The world becomes black and then complete silence. Silence for what seemed to be an eternity. Time seemed so fluid. Hours, days, and months. Perhaps this was death, so who was counting. His consciousness floated adrift, merely existing for the opportunity to run life ’ s course again. 
 
 Then he heard a woman ’ s voice echo, 
 
 “ Out of time Mr. Jack, it ’ s time to go to work ” 

