It seemed so long ago, but in reality it was only 72 hours. Everything seemed like a normal day. Mark Chang woke to the sound of his annoying alarm-clock watch, and made a mental note to buy a real one soon. He rose out of his bed, the sky only dotted with spots of light. Mark always took a while to get ready in the morning. He took his normal 15- minute shower, shaved, got dressed, and started the stove to cook some bacon on. Even in his small apartment atmosphere, with the smell of bacon sizzling, Mark felt something different, like a eel in his mind; whenever he tried to put a finger on it, it slipped away. Normally, he wouldn't let this bother him. But that was before. He had felt this way twice before. Once, something small had happened. Another car had lost its brakes and plunged into the rear of his Ford. But, luckily, insurance covered everything, and no one was injured. However, the most recent time, a mere two years ago. it was the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center, right here in NYC. He had witnessed it himself, looking out the window of his office at Coxchips. But wait. There had been another time. it had felt the most like this. The day that programmer Anderson disappeared. He was a coworker, and Mark remembered the suits coming to get him. He was probably embezzling funds or something. But what could that have to do with today? Mark had shrugged it off, thinking that probably that it was some ring of inside traders at work or something. how little he knew then.