A gust of wind rolled through the valley.
0:30
Something snapped.
Greg heard it—a sharppingof tension released. His head whipped toward the sound.
Theduck shuddered.
0:20
Dustin didn't hear it. He was mid-sip, back turned, thinking about the shower he was going to take and whether the hotel had good water pressure.
Another snap.
It was the mascot’s anchor lines.
0:15
The duck began to lean.
“Uh,” someone said. “Should that be?—”
0:10
Greg watched in horror as twenty feet of branded nylon collapsed directly toward his assignment.
Oh no, he thought. Then he caught himself. This was what he wanted. This was it.This was the moment.
However ridiculous it might be.
He straightened his tie. Gripped his clipboard. Prepared his speech.
0:05
People were running.
Why were they running?
Dustin turned just in time to see a wall of duck coming at him.
“Oh, you've got to be?—”
0:00
Impact.
The duck smothered him completely. Dustin went down in a tangle of vinyl and aggressive corporate branding.
Greg held his breath.
A moment of shocked silence fell over the crowd.
The crew shouted. People rushed forward. Someone was laughing. Someone was screaming, and over all the noise, a lady was asking if they got it on camera.
The time hit zero.
The window closed.
