Who would have thought that earning three million dollars could cost me so much. I had gone from rags to riches in scarcely a year, but I'd have given it all back in a heartbeat if it meant regaining all I had lost. Let me tell you how it began.

Time. Time is where it began. Or when it began... I guess. You see time is limited for each and everyone of us. I used to watch the clocks; every day, every hour, every minute, every second. I work in a train station... I mean I... I used to. It wasn't the best job in the world, but it paid the bills, and it gave me plenty of time to think. I enjoyed a simple life with a few good friends, and my little shit of a cat who I loved. I'd spend most of the working day staring at those clocks. It was as if I was waiting for something. All the different time zones ticking away, promising something. If only I had known that what I would gain would be lost along with everything else.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... and then one day on a quiet platform a strange passenger appeared as if from nowhere.
"Where did she come from?" I didn't have time to think.
I had to get back to watching the clocks. I felt as though what I was waiting for was imminent.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..." and then my simple life was over.
BOOM!