In fact, the last time was with the widow Anderson. Her poor husband had fallen prey to a sea creature of some size and was dragged under the water in... the fishing grounds never to be seen again. It was a terrible way to go, but at least it was quick and there was no mess to clean up. He did his best to console the poor widow and she appeared quite grateful for his efforts.She gave him her husband's two pistols with a large quantity of ball and powder.The widow Anderson was much into the. The operator gave him the usual warnings and gave him the final chance to back off. He hit one and braced for the change. *BOOM* it was like a shockwave hitting him. He was stunned by the sheer power of the change. His breath became ragged as he braced for the pain to hit. His hair felt alive as it began crawling down his back. He felt himself shrink and the booth was becoming larger by the moment hold that he was becoming smaller. He felt the fat in his body begin to collect up and. While the rest ofn the Union was supposed to adjust to the new time keeping system, where the minute had one hundred seconds, the hour one hundred minutes and the day had 20n hours. Day names were replaced by numbers. Instead of Monday it was First Day of the week. A week had ten days. Each week had a color name and the word month was replaced by annual divider or simply divider. There were ten to a standard year. It was more than just complicated, at least for me and I was glad that the Fleet. Besides, if the whole thing actually was what it sounded like, someone was getting hurt. Even if I wasn't, someone was. I had no idea what to do. The part of me that didn't want to get involved fought my conscience.My phone rang again. Same number. Great. I pressed the talk button.“Please! He's crazy this time!“Who are you? What's your name?“Marcy. Please, I'm afraid he's going to kill me.”“Call the cops!”“I can't! He's dirty. He has criminals for friends. They can help him get away.