Darrell runs through the fog and stumbles onto the concrete. He wipes the sweat from his lip and looks up at the great beast of steel. A clockwork humanoid complete with soulless, empty eye sockets. It was evil and it was gaining on him.

                             He fires his ray gun, only managing to put a small hole in the metallic exoskeleton. He knows from his pocketwatch that clockwork mechanisms are useless without their gears. But Darrell has always been a terrible shot, and the robot's only exposed weakness are in its hollow eyes.

                             From his place on the ground, he looks across the street to a tenement building. The girl that lives upstairs is nicknamed the Sharpshooter. He'd seen her first hand, nailing moving targets with knives at the county fair. She was his only chance at defeating the Clockwork.

                            Darrell fires his ray gun at the robot's feet, causing it to caterwaul as he rolls across the street. When he reaches the other side, he runs to the rickety staircase and makes his way up.

                            Darrell knocks on the door urgently, as the Clockwork runs across the street and towards the staircase. Thankfully, the Sharpshooter answers.

                            "Darrell, what're you doing here?" She asks.

                            "You're the Sharpshooter and I need your help." He pants.

                             "With what?"

                             "That. It's a clockwork. I can't stop its gears because I can't hit them through its eyes." Darrell explains, pointing to the robot now ascending the stairs. The Sharpshooter appears to think for a moment, then disappears inside. She returns with a burgundy leather briefcase and lays it on the step, opening it. Her throwing knives.

                              He watches as the Sharpshooter picks up her medium-sized stiletto blade and aims, tossing the knife through the air. The blade sails through the open socket, nailing the gears and jamming them. Losing energy, the Clockwork falls to the ground.

                              "Great shot!" He exclaims, going in for a hug.

                              "Well, I had a great motivation." She says with a smile.

                              "You really saved me there." Darrell tells her.

                              "I'd always save you." The Sharpshooter replies.

                           And then comes the moment Darrell opens his eyes, a modern man in his own time. He looks over at the photo on his nightstand. Nikki 'The Sharpshooter' Brownstone. His true love, nicknamed for her aptitude in archery, had died in a car accident, throwing herself over him and taking most of the impact.

                        "I guess you'd save me in any situation." He says to her photo as tears start to fall.