who wants more time?

Its 6:45 in the morning, i had no idea where I was. The last thing I recall was watching an energy draining soccer match; yeah, I celebrated my ass off. The place looks familiar, yet vividly… dark.
I have been there before, couldn't tell when, though. People look busy; I see a guy who looks like his battling against an invisible alien. His work plans, claiming they were delivered, relentlessly consuming air with his third cigarette during the tensioned conversation, trying to get his way out of it. Somehow, I knew he was lying, and that he would be expelled, for good, this time. He closes his cell phone, peered from side to side, as if ensuring his meet up with Mr. puffy, the powder sniffer, remains discreet. And there, on the sidewalk he sat. He looked towards me, but didn't really see me; he saw right through me. I didn't really acknowledge that until I crossed the street, stood in front of him, hunkered down, and offered my hand, he delicately ducked it, and took out a pack of cigarettes, lighted another one with a cheap plastic lighter. Yes, I was definitely invisible; Happy, me. For some reason, I looked at my watch, 8:30; it ticked, unearthly, fast.
Another man came, out of nowhere, who wore a grey coat, and it covered his feet. He looked at the man who is probably morning the time he went clubbing instead of finishing what he, potentially, does best: his job. The man with the grey coat, then, looked me right into the eye, and inquired, "Who wants more time?"...abruptly, the man sitting went berserk: coughing so hard , one can actually hear his bronchi being ripped apart.
Again, for no apparent reason, I peered at my watch, ticked 11:35. The man stood up, staggered towards the pharmacy right across the busy street. Tried to help, then I was seized by the fact that his vicinity of space isn't totally coherent with mine. The grey coat man, with an eerie intimidating look, starred with his bright eyes and asked: "who...wants more time?" No one was around, whom he could have addressed, with such low volume. I am the addressed.
He repeated the question, with a toothy grin, and his eyes brightening even more:" who wants more time??"
I decided to answer, with a bit of reluctance and unease.
I was suddenly looking right towards the man with the bad dry cough. Trying to reach his cell phone, apparently he just took an effective medication. He wasn't coughing anymore. He held out the phone to his ear, not moving for almost a minute. From where he starred at, his gaze shifted to me. His gaze was inescapable, his eyes widening with astonishment and hatred. He started running in my direction, with each step his eye brows grows thinner, and elevated... mouth pressing into a tight slit. Its then when my mesmerization was broken by the disappearance of the man from the steady frame of my view; he was 7 feet up in the air, legs perpendicular on his upper body, which was facing downwards. The car driver didn’t stop, neither did the proceeding cars in the same line, the man was thrown towards the parking lot, where he lied there, right toe was twitching, then it stopped..
After the tragic, fraction of a second, incident has ended. I looked back at the man standing aside of me, peering into my eyes, again. Only this time, his grin was from ear to ear, his teeth were sharp, resembles that of sharks, for that matter. He asked again, raising his voice, incase I didn’t really hear him the previous times:" who wants more time?"  A little hiss came out of my mouth, involuntary and sounded like:" I do."
The man smiled a warm smile, and said:" you won't get any."