Next to Berethor an alarm clock sitting near some freshly turned dirt went off. Reginald sat up through the ground, moving aside most of the dirt, and obliterated the alarm clock with his mechanical hand. He yawned and idly brushed some dirt from his bonnet when he noticed Berethor. "Hey guy, what's up?" He asked Berethor as he climbed out of what looked like a very shallow grave.