William's eyes drifted open. It was morning. He turned his head to the screaming alarm clock. It was 6 AM. Sighing, he lifted his arm and set it down on the alarm clock's button. After 17 hours of rebuilding the government's news station's broadcast equipment, he had a lot of paperwork to do. By 6:40 he was walking down the busy street, toolbox in one hand, and a to-go cup of coffee in the other. He was looking out over the frozen Hudson Bay as he walked and the sun rose. He remembered how he was in high school still when the U.S got desperate enough to annex Canada. With so many coastal cities being unexpectedly flooded, they were looking for space for millions of people to go too. One of the places they decided on was around the Hudson Bay. Soon enough, he reached the complex where he worked. As he opened the door a rush of warm air hit him.

"Looks like the furnace is working today." He said to himself as he walked in.

"Oh! Good morning William!"

"Morning Adam."

"Rough day yesterday?"

"Fried broadcast equipment. Didn't get home until after midnight."

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

He set his toolbox on the ground and tossed his empty to-go cup in the trash. After taking off his gloves he stuffed them in his coat pockets and began to take off his coat. Hanging it up on the coat rack, he picked up his toolbox and walked over to his desk. Setting it on top of it, he sat down in his chair, leaned back, and stared at it while sighing. Leaning forwards he popped it open and looked inside. It was a disaster. Taking each tool out and setting them on his desk, he noticed something that was not his. It was an old memory stick. He had a few himself that he used from time to time to update software among other things, but this one didn't have the markings on it to show that it was his.