The city of Trump was never asleep. Even in the middle of the night, neon lights shone on the corner of Silver Street and the clatter of skateboards hitting the kerbs could be heard from afar. However, the skatepark behind the old factory always seemed taken out of another dimension - even here, in the middle of the urban hustle and bustle, there was silence. Alan stepped onto the concrete bowl and closed his eyes. He liked this moment - before the world picked up speed, before everything sped up again. He was one of those kids the world never understood. At least he thought it did. And he stopped caring when he discovered that he could do something that others could only dream of. Once he had an idea: what if he just stopped time? It was a reflex. At first a trifle - a cup knocked out of his hand hovered in the air, and Alan looked at it in wonder, as if he had seen a flying whale. Gradually he learnt - for brief moments he could slow down and even stop what was happening around him completely. But the more he experimented, the more often he got the strange feeling that someone was watching him. Today he felt that familiar chill on the back of his neck again. He looked behind him, but saw only graffiti on the wall and the shadow of his own silhouette cast by the moon. He took a deep breath and leaned over his smartphone. He wanted to check if the new skateboarding game record was safe. He pressed "start", jumped on the board and started sliding along the edge of the bowl. The ball of bearings beeped like crazy. Alan felt an adrenaline rush - and then time stopped flowing normally. Everything around him became slow, as if in an extended dream. He blinked. Against the wall of the skatepark, where no one had ever been, stood a girl. She had her dreadlocks tied up with a red scarf and was looking at Alan with a slight smile. There was something unsettling in her gaze. As if she knew perfectly well what he had just done. - 'I can do that too,' she said quietly, and her voice disappeared amid the echo of the empty ramps. Alan felt his heart beat faster. Could it be that he wasn't the only one? He took a step towards her, but then the girl nodded towards the old, rusty gate leading into the factory grounds. - 'If you want to understand what you can really do.... follow me,' she chuckled, then gracefully jumped over the rusty railing and disappeared into the shadows. Alan hesitated for just a second. Hundreds of questions popped into his head, but one was the most important: what else can he do? He hopped on his skateboard and set off after the stranger, not yet knowing what awaited him on the other side of the gate....