"You've been looking for me, Elias. You've spent three weeks in the archives. You’ve ignored your wife. You’ve ignored your own health. You’re sprinting toward a conclusion. Do you want to know what’s in the margins of your own life?"
"I have questions," Elias said, his voice echoing in the hollow space. "About the call. About the man who died of old age in two hours."
He had lost the time. Or rather, he had spent it. david fleming eternity
Elias spent the next three weeks hunting the ghost of David Fleming. He wasn’t in the census. He wasn’t in the phone books. There was no birth certificate, no death certificate.
Later that night, Elias found something in his coat pocket. A small, silver scaler. And a note, written on a napkin. "You've been looking for me, Elias
He realized then what David Fleming had done.
"You killed him," Elias said. "You crammed a lifetime into two minutes." You’ve ignored your own health
Fleming walked out into the daylight.