...Three Seconds….

This was it. End game. The Earth’s time was at its end. And Maury could do nothing, there was nothing left to… wait! Could it be?

...Two Seconds…

Maury chuckled at the near catastrophe. Of course! The key around his neck! All he had to do was insert the key in the lock and everything would be okay. Just enough time.

Maury inserted the k—no.

A soft resistance. A sickly fruity smell.

Some punk kid had stuck gum in the lock.

Maury frowned.