At midnight, Josephine Smith stood at the top of the clock tower. She was both excited and anxious.
All week long, she’d felt this sense of deja vu. As she sipped her coffee every morning, she’d watched her neighbors do the same thing day after day. First, Tasha, her neighbor across the street would storm out to her car, probably just had an argument with her husband. Then, Tony, her next door neighbor would greet, “Howdy, Mrs. Smith,” and start his mower.
Josephine would smile and continue to seep her coffee. Today, she scurried back into the house and woke her husband. “Teddy, wake up.”
“What?” He groaned.
“Something’s wrong.” She paced around the bedroom just as the phone rang. “Hello?” Josephine answered anxiously.
“Josephine Smith. I know how you feel. Meet me on top of the clock tower at midnight and I’ll explain.” A deep voice said on the other line and hung up.
“Hello, Josephine.” Josephine jumped at the voice. She turned and came face-to-face with a hooded man.
“W-who are you?”
“I’m your destiny.” He answered, shoving her backward.