It had been Saturday for over twenty-three hours, and Georgia was beginning to Freak. Out.

What if Sunday never came? What if she was stuck in an ever-elongating, never-ending, self-perpetuating Saturday?

Suddenly, the clock stopped.

It stayed stopped.

And then it started again.

Georgia had no idea what that meant.

Disclaimer: No, it doesn’t make any sense. It really is Saturday today, though.