Moller was leaned back in his chair, his feet up on his desk. His shift had ended half an hour ago, but he hadn't gone home—he hadn't really felt like moving. The whole day had strangely stretched on, making him feel for a while that it would go on forever, and then he'd looked at the clock and been surprised to see how late it suddenly was. When quitting time had finally rolled around, he'd had to really think to remember what had happened at the beginning of the day: it felt like it had been nine months, not nine hours.