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The alarm sounded out in a shrill bell, the same way it has been for the last four years or so. Slowly the lump of various comforters, clothing, pillows, and hair starts to turn about, wiggling towards a sound that was really meant to encourage others to run away. From out of the mass of bedding shoots forth a pale arm and twitching fingers clumsily dance around the clock, the source of the alarm. The failure of the fingers and the failure of silence to once again reign supreme causes another rumble to issue forth from the makeshift den.