Oh, how could anyone not recognize that one? It's Wendy's absolutely amazing, deservingly multi-awarded
24 Hours . Awesome, awesome.
"Stay here," he ordered her tersely. He took a fast look around
before spinning. There was no one else to see.
"Nice trick," she said with ill-concealed envy. "What I wouldn't
give. I could set my alarm for, like, three seconds before the
morning conference. Wake up and twirl-thingy, and still have time
to boil an egg...I think. Never really been good at that-"
"Stay here," he repeated, cutting her off with a meaningful
stare.
"Sure," she agreed offhandedly. "And Clark...?" He was in the
air. "Be careful."
That gave him a half seconds pause. "If you do leave, get someone
to walk you to your car." At her expression, he pushed on. "Humor
me. And I'll...see you tomorrow."
It wasn't that long, though. It was just a few hours later when
he saw her again. She was falling off a building.
