Island.time.rar

The cursor finally hovered over the square stop icon. He clicked.

He clicked to drag a file. Usually, it took a fraction of a second. Now, the icon drifted across his screen in heavy, agonizing slow motion. He looked at the clock in the bottom right corner of his monitor. 03:17:01 Island.Time.rar

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. The cursor finally hovered over the square stop icon

Leo collapsed to the floor, his ears ringing and his head spinning from the sudden temporal whiplash. Usually, it took a fraction of a second

It took him an hour of physical exertion just to move the mouse cursor two inches across the screen. His muscles burned. Sweat poured down his face.