8:04
And , as long as he was dreaming , maybe Bailey would break his neck on the way to work . He walked quickly past the workers ' lounge , glancing in at the groups of men , arguing politics and checking the stock market reports before they changed from their neat gray business suits to their welding dungarees . Running up the stairs to the administrative wing , he paused outside the door to punch the time clock . 8:04 . Damn . If only Bailey could be sick -- Bailey was not sick . The administrative offices were humming with frantic activity as Walter glanced down the rows of cubbyholes .