Trickle, trickle... You wake up in an hourglass, sand falling on your head. Outside there is desert, devoid of everything human except for one small signpost. You can barely read the letter left by your nefarious captor: "DON'T WORRY. I TOLD YOUR FRIENDS. THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY." Trickle, trickle... You wait till the sand is ankle deep, and then, standing on the sand, you try reaching to clog the hole, but your ankle is chained with almost no extension from the bottom. The hole is still two feet above your stretched hands. Trickle, trickle... You look around for extensions, maybe a stick? But alas, you have nothing except your clothes: denim jeans and a white shirt. You empty your pockets, finding a wrapper with chewed gum and a pocket knife. Trickle, trickle... The hourglass will not break from the inside. You have tried using your knife but have only dulled the blade. Trickle, trickle... You have less than an hour. By then, the sand will rise, completely suffocating you. Hurry now, the sand is already up to your shins.