'Sir do you have the time?' 'yes' he replied, as his hand stopped in mind. It ended when I became. Like a bubble or an egg, and the word 'silence' when said. 'It's 2:02, the area code to Washington D.C.' then we looked down the street. At the scraggly looking man scrounging for bottles in the bins. Then he said... 'I put a message in a bottle once, only with time to carry it across' then he shook his head. 'I know, I just found it on the curb' 'Could you read it once again?' 'Sir, do you have the time?'