Chapter 76.3911∕9² ≈ 5

If only he had seen. Luckily, he had.

That’s where the trouble began.

Not only a slight nod or a subtle smile but even a casual smirk were all seen and noted down into the wiry blocks of Johnathan’s ever sprinkled nerve endings which resulted themselves into action by sending further signals down to the spire of the revolving bricobracks of the brain.

Revolving and sometimes revolting, the brain of the subconscious half formed semithought, was working at its minimal effort for maximum potential, at such brilliant speeds in fact, that any other independent thoughts floating in the subconsciousness of Joshua Leanard would have been marvellously jealous.

As there were no such other threatening thoughts, the brain continued its miserable crawl towards fame.

Outside..

Outside the outside, which is still inside an office building, was air.
Outside of that..

Walls.

Then some more walls.

Then air.

Then, there was the inside of the same outside that followed the first.

There. Right there, was the only place where nothing was happening. Nothing at all.

And when it did happen, nobody was there to see it. Except for one man, who wasn’t a man but a thought, similar just as my own.

Johnathan was ready, purple lion print slippers nowhere to be seen, he was casually walking up the marble corridors of the VIP though corridor. Stopping occasionally to look at the fine frames of the modern paintings that hung on the walls.

He was a well defined man, having to cut his left dreadlock from the right side of the top of his left armpit, he was on a very important mission: To deliver himself to the food-chained command of the neutrio clump junky that calls itself the brain.

Nothing was in the way now, no not anymore.

It was just up to getting to the brain when Leanard remembered to look at the time, it was after all Time, and you can’t ignore that thing. Some have been known to live and die within seconds of being born, if only they had a watch to double check that life was going at its normal have a mile per square blues.

Much to Leonard’s dismay, it was not. Even more to his dismay, nor was he.

And to top everything off: his watch was missing and it was only thirty seven seconds past nineteen minutes before fifty-nine hours were to pass without notice.

Leanard got out of bed, after realizing that no time has passed between those two unnoted moments, he made another note and fell back into bed.