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As Pierre was about to pay for his highly caffeinated drink he noticed a small piece of paper lodged in between the lining of his wallet and his blazer. Intrigued he slowly opened this fragile, lavender scented morsel.

'The Time has come'.

Now Pierre was a firm believer in the bizarre, outrageous and extra-terrestrial and even with this history, the message didn't make any sense to him. Could this be his colleagues playing a trick on him? Or the old gentleman he sat next to on the Metro trying to pass along a message? Or could it be some alien being talking to him through this piece of paper? Pierre hit a wall.

His blank stare must have caught the attention of the waitress (and for all the wrong reasons, now he could definitely not ask her for her number. He must be looking like a crazed man). Nevertheless, the waitress came prancing to him with a panic stricken look in her eyes and a glass of tap water in her hand.