The Day Everything Stopped

November 1, 2010, at 11:15 a.m., everything stopped. This was very fortunate for Mark Andrews, a rather unfocused young business analyst who had just been accidentally knocked in front of the Number Seven bus along Eighth Street in downtown Kanapolis. For the bus did not collide violently with Mark's body. Instead, when he opened his eyes after not getting run over, he saw the bus inches away from him, the driver looking at him with a frozen look of terror on his face. Frozen being the operative word, as the driver, the passengers, the bus - the world - was frozen, immobile, with the sole exception being Mark Andrews. Mark isn't a scientist. He isn't out to save the world. He doesn't have a clue as to what is going on or why. But the phenomenon opens his eyes to the world around him in ways he would never have imagined.