Ben has been running longer than he can remember yet still he feels the tread of the monster behind him. He runs until his lungs burn, each breath a force of will and survival. He runs until his legs scream in agony but the fear keeps pushing him. And each room, each hallway, is lined with monitors showing him the destruction of New York. He knows he needs to do something, anything, but the fear is too much.

If only he could just get one second to think!