I wish I could make this moment last forever, said Arthur. He was happy, but the happy times don’t last. So when his family died in the house fire and the grief seemed endless, he realized that happiness speeds up time and grief slows it down, so the suffering lingers. After years toiling in his lab. He figured it out and the next day his lab assistants saw the horrifying result. Arthur stood there, as still as a statue. They couldn’t move his limbs and he didn’t fog a mirror, but he was still alive in his horrifying, miserable stasis.