Sinister Starlight

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Home at last. Wait a minute.... Tim says as he finds himself lifted off the ground and clinging to the ceiling. Jill? Brad? Randy? Mark? Where are you?

Tim finds himself hoping in vain for his wife and kids to show up, but they are nowhere to be found. He slowly crawls his way around the ceiling and looks through the windows. He manages to open one while hanging outside down.

Wilson, you there? What's goin' on here?

Tim hopes to see the upper half of Wilson's head pop up above the fence. But still no one to be seen or heard. He frantically looks around and sees the clock as big as the sun. The words on the clock deeply burning into his soul.

TOOL TIME. TOOL TIME. TOOL TIME. TOOL TIME. TOOL TIME. TOOL TIME.

Tim has dealt with severe injuries all his life. Whether it's one of his projects he's done on his show, or any of his DIY projects that end up blowing up in his face. But he always recovered, and managed to keep on going. But now for the first time, he finds himself scared shitless.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!