It had been hours since the rigor mortis

It had been hours since the rigor mortis took over, and yet still Trey's consciousness remained locked inside of his lifeless body. "Fuck." he thought to himself silently.

then it began with a glowing the extension of his conscience out of his body; it was expanding in space and in time. Were would his conscience go now

that he had been promoted to "Father Time?" They'd given him a robe made of sand and a soul scythe. His eyes had become black holes and he could see into the

his daughter did not seem to appreciate the pressure he was under in his new job. Kylie was only concerned with being picked up from her ballet class and father time was late again

because time flies up for old folks, and Father Time couldn't keep up. Having lived for the entirety of time, he takes one step and whoosh goes a millennium. Daughter Kylie's balle

T classes were just the beginning of a career, for someone who wanted to be like the late Dame Margot Fonteyn. Kylie went to a professional ballet school and found herself doing a

strange balancing act. Work. Practice. Little time for sleep, these days. She was definitely making progress, though. Her dreams were finally in sight, and Kylie was determined to

stay asleep so that she could keep an eye on them. Kylie's mother had other ideas though, and repeatedly roused Kylie from sleep to get ready for her recital. Kylie fought to

keep his eyes open. He drove Kylie's mother to her recital punch drunk, seeing 3 of everything. He parked in the space between spaces. Her Kylie's mother was abducted & he? Slept.