Amstrad wakes up slowly, restfully. The only other person in the room is Jabber, who's also sleeping. Amstrad goes to check the alarm clock he brought. It's gone. He checks his watch. It's 10am. Somebody took the clock.
   "Jabber." Amstrad nudges him awake.
   "Hm?"
   "Did you see who took my alarm clock?"
   "No, man. That's fucked up."
   Amstrad nods. "Listen Jabber, things are gonna change around here."
   "Huh?"
   "Things are gonna be different by the time you're up again. Things'll be better. We can do this."
   "Pfft. Okay."
   Amstrad shakes his head and leaves.
   In the cafeteria, he expects to find at least one other member of the team. No such luck. He starts off down the hall, peeling wallpaper along that yellow ceiling, mocking his efforts to put it together. Past it. Up the stairs.
   What do you think you're doing?
   "Making us a team."
   And what good might that do?
   "We can win. I know we can."
   Against a legion of jawbreakers? Aha. Aha ha ha.
   "Shut up. Someone has to try."