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He looked at the media player on his screen. The progress bar was at 2%.

The sound of the waves on the track was no longer soothing. It was a taunt. He realized that while he had all the time in the world, he was utterly alone in it. There was no internet to browse because data couldn't transfer. There were no new messages from friends. The world was a beautiful, paused museum, and he was the only patron. Island.Time.rar

Leo stood up, his joints feeling strangely light. He walked to his kitchen. A drop of water was bulging from the faucet, refusing to fall. He poked it with his finger; it felt thick, like gelatin. He looked at the media player on his screen

When he finally got up, he didn't turn his computer back on. He went to his window, opened it up, and just watched the traffic move. It was a taunt

At first, there was nothing but static. He was about to close it when the static shifted. It became rhythmic. Crashing waves. A warm, tropical breeze whistling through a microphone. The distant, lazy squawk of a seagull.