An Eloi Bronze Medal Winner
And Myron Castleman would be permitted to lie forever, piling up experiences and memories, but each of only an hour’s duration, each resumed at 12:01 PM on this balmy spring day in Manhattan, standing outside near the Grand Central Tower.
You see, it’s like . . . it’s like we’re stuck. You know, like a . . . like a needle on a scratched record. It all starts at 12:01, and everything goes along fine until one o’clock and then Bam! the whole world snaps back to 12:01 again.
Barry: Oh my God. It’s twelve o’clock. Lisa: No! We’ve got to do something! Barry: There’s no time. Quick, tell me what your favorite color is.
The same hour keeps happening over and over again. Only it isn’t an hour. Not really. It seems to be getting shorter.
The man in the dark suit has become the most talked-about mystery man in the world. Who is he? Where did he come from? He appeared and unquestionably saved the life of one President but inadvertently—we presume inadvertently—caused the death of another.