COULD YOU SHOW ME THE TIME, PLEASE?

Said the form beside me. It had the head of a squid, leathery bat-like wings, and smelled like a thousand and one abattoirs.

'Uh, sure,' I said, not exactly sure how to respond and even how the thing spoke with its tentacle covered beak.

'It's 10:45.'

WHAT MONTH?

'Er, October.'

YEAR?

'2006.'

DAMN.

It sighed. And I felt all the despairs of the universe.

I AM MUCH TOO EARLY.

Curious, I asked: 'Too early for what?'

ARMAGEDDON. DAMN YOU, NYARLATHOTEP!

And it's gone. And I swore I'd never set foot on Innsmouth again.