A handful of humans remain. We reminisce of the olden days when we would turn our clocks back, and only wish nowadays we could do the same. The clocks have taken over the world. They hunt us down and scream their alarms into our ears until they start to bleed, or our heads explode. We have taken to the sewers, for it is the only safe haven we can seek. The surface world is a one-way ticket to being assaulted - the clock strikes twelve has a whole new meaning. We need a hero. We need.... a snooze button.