The clock on the wall ticks slowly, second arm inching forward. The remaining people on the road clutch on to their belongings and rush along quickly, trying to get home before the clock strikes twelve.

11:58 pm.

A girl walks along the dark street, wondering why is everyone rushing home. She peeks into a dark alleyway, a dim light on the wall is the only light source. Someone is standing there leaning against the wall and he looks like he is smoking. The girl nods to herself and goes along her way.

11:59 pm.

She suddenly realizes that the street wasn't as bright as before as she trips over a pebble. She looks around and finds that the streetlights are flashing on and off, but they were doing fine just now. One by one the bulbs are burnt, and the only light was at the end of the street, a light shining down on a door. She looks up only to see the clouds coming in quickly, blocking the moonlight that is shining in her eyes. A gust of wind blows past and it is unusually cold. She quickly runs to the end of the street and pulls open the door

12.00 am.

"It's time."

"You mean it's tomorrow."

"I mean it's time."