âWell, it was a nice day.â You kiss your sweetheart gently on the forehead and sigh as the last remaining seconds of 20:16 tick away. âSee you at 8:18,â you say.Â
Then it happens. Every ounce of fatigue or hunger leaves your body. The face of your beloved is perfectly still, their expression exactly the same. The ticking of the clock on the wall has stopped. Once again, itâs 20:17.Â
You stretch your arms and walk to the table with the homework for the three doctorates youâre working on. The work is mentally stimulating and enjoyable, but itâs finished far too quickly. You check your pocket watch and see that not even one hundredth of a second has passed.Â
You knew it was too soon to be able to see any movement on the watch, but you can never quite help yourself from looking early on every 20:17. Time to move on.Â
You clean your home, do your budget, then go outside and fix a noise that your car was making earlier that afternoon. (Oh how you already miss afternoons.) Then you go back inside, boot up your computer (which magically speeds up to keep pace with you as long as youâre in contact with it) and check for any new orders.Â
Youâve set up a website for the small business you started called âMagic Elf Services.â People in your area can pay a modest fee on your site to have different tasks and odd jobs done by âThe Magic Elfâ at 8:17pm every day. It was a little slow to get started, but word has spread and these days you have a steady stream of clients.Â
The money that comes in from the business is nice, but youâre mostly grateful that it gives you a clear list of things to do. You print off your updated list of clients, step outside, and start making your way through the neighborhood with your to-do list.Â
Thereâs the apartments down your street where several neighbors have hired you to tidy up, do the dishes, and mop the floors. You do the windows too, just to see if they notice. Thereâs the large house across town that paid the âMagic Elfâ to clean out the gutters. After the first dozen jobs are done, you manage to stop looking at your pocket watch.Â
As near as youâve been able to determine in the past, 20:17 seems to last for approximately one normal year. But itâs not exact. For one thing, itâs hard to keep track of âtimeâ when everything but you has crawled to an almost total standstill. For another thing, time seems to move differently depending on how âproductiveâ your behavior is. One time you tried to spend all of 20:17 sitting at home in your pajamas, but that was getting you nowhere, so you eventually gave up and got busy. (Though you defiantly stayed in your pajamas the whole time.)Â
During 20:17 your body doesnât get tired, hungry, sick, or injured. Youâre essentially tireless and immortal for the duration of the âminute.â So sleeping or eating away your boredom has never really worked for you.Â
One of the houses on your list forgot to follow the instructions and leave a key for you to get in. At first you figure youâll just send them an email telling them to pay more attention and that youâll do the job tomorrow. Then you decide to go home, get your locksmith tools, and come back.Â
After finishing up all the jobs on your list, you go into several other homes and small businesses in the area, performing tasks you hope theyâll find helpful, and leaving a hand-painted business card at each one. (The business cards donât contain your real name just in case somebody thinks âThe Magic Elfâ should be subject to breaking and entering laws.)Â
Speaking of laws, you head down to the local police station to pick up your case file. Youâve been in contact with a detective whoâs been investigating corruption within their department, and your ability to investigate unseen and get in almost anywhere between the ticks of the clock has proven invaluable. You see that theyâve also added five missing person cases to your file this evening, which certainly raises your interest in the job.Â
You make your way through town gathering evidence, and start making your way to the outskirts of town. Since you happen to be out that way (and youâve already solved three of the five missing person cases) you decide to swing by the stone castle youâre building and do some more work there.Â
The castle walls stand about 20 feet right now, but you know theyâll be much higher when youâre done. Youâre far from any roads and pretty safely tucked away, so for now itâs your little secret. Youâve been excavating and moving all the rock yourself, which has been much easier than you first expected since your body doesnât get tired or sore. Youâve also got a nice system of tunnels going underneath the castle, and you dig and build more of that network for a while.Â
All that time spent underground has left you feeling rather lonely, so you walk back home to see the face of your sweetheart. Their facial expression has moved ever so slightly since you last saw them, which is a comfort to you. Looking at them gets your imagination going and makes you dream up a story youâd like to tell, so you sit on your couch, plug in your laptop, and write a book.Â
After you finish editing the last chapter for the third time, you finally allow yourself to look at your pocket watch again. Three seconds have officially passed so far.Â
Itâs gonna be a long 20:17.Â
