Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time
In the six weeks after Zoren “paused” time he traveled through several states, plundering banks and homes, amassing a fortune which would sustain a lavish lifestyle; the best part was that so little was taken from each that it would likely never be noticed, let alone traced back to him. Three years later he desperately rummaged through a woman’s closet for the device that could restore the world, a device that he never noticed he dropped. The only thing he knew was that it most likely happened during his tour of the capitol, but he hit so many spots in all of the major cities he visited, there were so many options. At the moment he stopped time – in any given five-block radius of a major metropolitan area – there were at least sixteen tills open for a cash transaction, not to mention dozens of customers and random pedestrians carrying cash, even a toddler could pickpocket a person frozen in time. It was for the best that Zoren never found the device, the guilt and sadness he felt when he finally died would have paled in comparison to what he would have felt if he had ever glimpsed the consequences of time unfreezing after even a week, let alone a decade.