There once was a man named John Smith. He woke up, got dressed, ate, and went to work at eight am every day for the past ten years. He drove to the bank where he he works as an accountant. He does his usual routine of getting coffee with two pack of sugar and a fourth cup of creamer. He goes to his desk where he checks and manages his clients accounts. He works his regular nine to five then goes home tired to watch tv until he goes to bed. One day on his regular route to work where he drives around and parks in the back was blocked by two dump trucks, so he had to park in the front. He felt something different and strange about the day. He went in and got his coffee like usual and went to his desk. He then felt it again, but it was stronger
