By Nigel G. Mitchell
Detective John Superior looked down at the pile of shredded, scorched meat on the lab floor. "So what happened?"
Doctor Erica Hale sighed. "Quincy was running an experiment on time manipulation. What you might call freezing time."
"So it failed."
Hale shook her head. "No, it worked. Too well. With time frozen, he was the only thing capable of moving, and that included oxygen molecules. Trying to move through the air was like trying to swim through sand, sand heated to scalding temperatures from the friction. The effect was sort of like sandblasting. I can only hope he died quickly."
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