Rock knew exactly what happened. He had seen this before. His life had been arranged so that nothing would ever change. For starters, no time would pass. It would remain dawn forever, just as it had been when he awoke in his living room-den, with little more than an idea of daylight east of his house. The television program currently on would remain on forever, which was unfortunate since he had fallen asleep a few minutes after midnight with his TV tuned to a forty-three-year-old rerun of The Love Boat. He wondered if he could find football, baseball, golf, heck whatever, on the set in his back bedroom. It was far too cold to let Joe out, and he couldn't find his bifocals.
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