A few moments passed in silence. A box on the computer screen displayed a timer counting down from 1 hour. There was a light ruffling noise as the denim jacket slipped off the back of the chair, falling to a the floor, where it lay in a heap.
Five minutes went by, when, without warning, the power shut off. A breaker had been tripped, cutting off all electricity that fed into Jeff's room, shutting down the computer and terminating the program it was running. Being completely made of denim, Jeff was unaware of what had happened, and continued laying on the floor.
An hour passed and the pair of jeans and jacket lay silent, unchanged from their inanimate form. Without the Chronivac's program active, Jeff would remain transformed indefinitely. His only hope was for power to be restored and the program to be restarted. Seeing as no one knew he had purchased a Chronivac, let alone used it on himself, the chances of someone discovering what had become of him seemed highly unlikely, if not impossible.
The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed up the stairs and into the room. "Jeff!" His mother's voice came from downstairs. "We're home early! You still here?" Her footsteps could be heard as she ascended the stairs. After a short pause, the door opened, and she entered the empty room. Noticing it was dark, she flipped the switch off and on. "Oh, Honey. It seems the power went out in here."
"Right," said Jeff's father. "I'll go check the breaker."
Barely any time had passed before the light flickered on. "Ah, That's much better," Jeff's mother said. Her eyes rested upon the denim jacket and pair of jeans. "Now why would you leave these nice clothes on the floor like that, Jeff," she muttered to herself, picking up the set, gently folding them and placing them on the bed.
Jeff's father entered, saying "Looks like that worked! Did you find Jeff?"
"No," she replied. "He probably took off with a few of his friends somewhere. I'm sure he'll be back soon."
The two of them left the room. . .