Pause

People went about their business as normal in the city. There was all the hustle, bustle and the like that you'd expect to see. Shoppers were sucked into retail outlets and then vomited out. Buses crawled along nose-to-tail and taxi drivers put their weight on their horns.
There was a sudden jolt. It was the feeling you get when a train brakes hard unexpectedly. Almost everyone was thrown to the ground. There were more than a few sprained wrists, bruises and whiplash-like injuries. Several vehicles crashed which led to more sounding of horns. Cracks appeared in the pavement and up the sides of a few buildings.
Up above in his office a man stood rubbing his hands together as he watched the events unfolding. He was grasping a rail next to the window firmly and had avoided the shock of the jolt. He turned to face those at the table behind him. One man was frantically mopping up water which had spilled during the incident.
"There you have it, gentlemen," he said, an almost cartoon-like grin spreading across his face.
"Have you really done it?" a woman asked.
"Yes, I have stopped the world from turning."
"So what now?"
"We wait."