"Sir, we need you to leave, there are going to be no trains today" said the firefighter. "I just need to sit for a while he replied, I'm tired", he replied in his quavering voice. "Well, there's not too much I need to do now", he said to himself, winding his watch backward. "Yesterday's day and 830 am precisely". He sat straight on the wrought iron chair in the waiting room, and after a deep breath, shut his eyes tight. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, and then gradually the familiar suffocating feeling unfolded all over him. He was tempted to open his eyes, but he knew only too well to avoid doing so. The feeling heightened, the air around him getting scarce and the blood in his body rushing upward to his head. It felt like a free-fall, head first.
After what seemed like minute, he opened his eyes slowly, looking around him. It was the same waiting room at the central station, and all seemed exactly like it had before he had come in that moring. He pulled himself up to his feet and took a few steps before asking a passerby the date, "11th" he replied, perfect. He quietly trotted over to public phone by the side of the road outside the station, dropped in a coin. He waited a moment and then spoke "Honey, good morning, It's me. Why don't you skip going to work today?... For my sake", "I'm outside the station, and I don't want you to come here" he said, his voice shaking a little.
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