I was in my final paragraph on my very first horror short story, when I glanced at my clock. 4:22 a.m., it read. I wove the time into the story for realism. In the few years since then, I’ve unintentionally finished several first drafts at this exact time. One of my stories in my Horror Library archives is 422 words long. I’ve flown flight #422... twice, I’ve been awarded $422 in a class action claim, I’ve put 422 miles on a rental car, I’ve recently found an old watch, that had slid between the car seat and the armrest, and the battery had died, stopping at 4:22.
Guess what time it is?