The objects stopped. They loyal citizens

The objects stopped. They loyal citizens placed their faith in them by

arriving precisely everyday at 6 am to wind them up. The citizens of Greenwich were more like the clocks than the clocks themselves. They never changed. The women

walked around looking like they had HUGE...clock weights and the men had fantastic pendulums. Greenwich is a city that never sleeps, too, because people ignore alarms and just

rely on their 'internal clocks' to wake them up and get them places. Which is great, unless you're a traveler hoping to catch a train on time to get to your life-or-death meeting w

ith the President of the United States. Of course, my nerves were progressively worsening, and, as the train left just seconds before I reached the platform, I began to panic.

Running after the train I jumped and not entirely James Bondlike caught the railing of the caboose dangling precariously,but the President was in danger and as a secret service man

him my bat hit him in the headso hard that his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the ground the other henchman stepped back and reached for a gun ran he pointed his gun

at himself, "It's no good!" He cried "If I can't construct proper sentences what good am I?" He pulled the trigger. Meanwhile the guy on the floor groaned. His eyes

had seen too much. His heart had ached too long. He curled up in a fetal position, weeping like a baby. Then Aunt Valetta came into the room, bearing warm cinnamon rolls.