Hannah lost track of how many clocks she broke and on what timeline she was on. It was actually driving her crazy. What if I don't get out of here... no, let me rephrase that... how would my friends and family feel if I just gave up...

Those were only some of her thoughts. She knew she had to get a hammer. She then looked at her wristband and saw how much time she had left. Ten minutes. Ten measly minutes before her demise. She was getting weaker. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult for her. Her heartbeat was getting slower. Excruciating pain had rushed through her veins. She knew she was fading.

Her hands were becoming transparent, as was everything else. Death was making her deaths more painful to encourage her to find more clocks. Death was routing for her. If Hannah didn't make it out... She would feel this pain forever.

Hannah woke up in limbo again.

"Dude~ You really need to make it out soon.-" Death hiccups. "If you don't, you will feel dis forever~"

"How drunk are you and what drugs did you do?" Hannah asked.

"Three joints and a pint of vodka" Death slurs. She needs an intervention.

Hannah was on the fourth timeline.

Hannah received "Clock breaker 400"

"This name is terrible!" Hannah says.

Fourth timeline is started by terrible names~