The Ring of Time
You begin to search for your wedding band that has mysteriously vanished from your finger. No crack or crevice is left unchecked in your home as you carefully retrace your steps since you've been home.
An hour or so later, miserable and exhausted, you collapse on the bed next to the new ring. The feverish search added to the toil of your 12-hour workday has taken it's toll on your body. You decide to take your punishment, whatever that may be, when your wife and girls get back home. The last thing you remember is lazily drifting off to sleep and remarking to yourself how like your wedding band the ring in the box is...
...which is a good thing, for when the men in black SWAT gear break into your home and riddle your unconscious body with bullets, you're probably having a really nice dream.
An hour or so later, miserable and exhausted, you collapse on the bed next to the new ring. The feverish search added to the toil of your 12-hour workday has taken it's toll on your body. You decide to take your punishment, whatever that may be, when your wife and girls get back home. The last thing you remember is lazily drifting off to sleep and remarking to yourself how like your wedding band the ring in the box is...
...which is a good thing, for when the men in black SWAT gear break into your home and riddle your unconscious body with bullets, you're probably having a really nice dream.
