There was a bright flash of light under the escalator and Emmitt Timeskip suddenly appeared. Quickly he checked his watch.
June 16, 2015.
So far, so good. But he had precious little time.
Grabbing his screwdriver, he quickly removed the two screws holding the escalator’s fuse panel in place and moved the panel out of the way. Then he reached inside and yanked the fuse out of its socket. Immediately the escalator stopped.
Then Emmitt could hear grumbling along with footsteps descending the motionless steps of the escalator. As the footsteps got louder he could hear heavy breathing as an older, well-dressed man came into view, clearly showing signs of struggle. By the time the man reached the bottom of the escalator, he was so exhausted that he had to lean on the hand rail for support.
“Yes, Mr. Trump?” a nearby aide asked.
“You know,” Mr. Trump panted, “I forgot what I was going to say.”