The Intern

Looking around, Robert saw the only person left in the corridor was the Intern, surrounded by a shower of files that must have accidentally flown from her hands just as he uttered the word "Stop"; she was every bit the Intern, dressed in a blue turtleneck and black pencil skirt. Bridging her nose was a pair of thick black glasses and her blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail.

The ID around her neck gave her name as 'Emily Brewer, Intern, News and Weather' Robert gave her an affectionate pat on the head "No doubt you're being given the runaround by some uptight bitch or a dirty minded and idle handed middle aged Perv, otherwise I doubt you'd have dropped this lot.." he said, indicating the files before picking them up and putting them into a neat stack on top of her head, positioning her like a couple of African Potbearers he'd seen on TV.

Thinking of Africa made Robert stop and ponder again; was it just the City and the people in it that were frozen or was the whole World frozen in time? As soon as he said the command, did a couple of people in Kenya suddenly stop moving or did they just carry on talking? And what about planes? He'd seen a few, frozen in the air, but were the people on board frozen or were they all freaking out, wondering why the plane wasn't moving? Then there was Space; were Austronauts on the International Space Station wondering why Houston had suddenly cut off or were they too frozen?

"Fuck" Robert muttered as he drew back Emily's sleeve so he could unclip her watch "All this deep thinking's weirding me out...Once I'm done with you, Barbie, I'm going to find old Darrell over there's office and see if he's got anything stowed in his desk drawer that'll settle my nerves.." Mary said nothing as Robert helped himself to a snazzy engagement ring and her phone.

"Welp" Robert said as he stepped back and looked around at the four humiliated figures "There's nothing more I can do here..."