On April 2, 2006, the State of Indiana adopted Daylight Saving Time — or fast time as they called it in the diner I was working in at the time. The world had not come to an end, as the Anti-Savers had predicted. Cars were still running, corn was still growing, and only a relatively minor number of employees were late to work as a result of pushing the clocks ahead an hour. I had one particular ornery breakfast customer tell me that if she died before the fall back, the Governor at the time, Mitch Daniels, would have stolen an hour from her life. This short work of fiction was inspired by this person.