[ WP ] You buy a new alarm clock with a special feature , and test it out the next morning . Every time you hit snooze , time pauses around you for 10 minutes .

Looking himself over in the mirror, Sean was happier with his reflection than he had ever been. He saw a new man. He saw a ( soon-to-be ) very, very rich man. 
 He checked his watch; he had polished it last night. 3:45am. 
 He had set the alarm for 5:00am, but did not want to risk hitting the snooze. It would have been impossible to sleep in on a day like this, anyway. 
 In three hours' time, he would be walking out of the thickest vault in America's richest bank with all the money in the world. The plan had been made weeks ago, and had only required one thing before it was ready for execution: The new alarm clock. 
 The *Snoozer T-10*. 
 That gold mine was discovered on eBay for only $ 580.08. A petty investment like that for a freaking time-altering device was a no-brainer. The product description was all Sean needed to know: 
 *'' Wthin 20ft, this device will stop TIME!! Just press the SNOoZE button once, and for TEN whole mins, time pauses! Batteries not uncluded, no warranty. Love, Dr. Bob. `` * 
 Simple stuff. Sean picked up the batteries on the drive home. 
 He had a whole pocket-full of spares just in case. It was the only thing that could go wrong, so why be an idiot and take chances? 
 
 * * * 
 
 6:01am. Go-time. 
 Sean decided to dress the part, knowing that this would probably be talked about for a very long time. Movies would be made out of it. 
 He *had* to look damn good. 
 Shades on, hair back, carefully timed two-thirds-of-a-day stubble growth, black gloves, and an unlit cigar. 
 And the `` piece de resistance,'' the *Snoozer T-10. * 
 He walked out the door with `` Highway to the Danger Zone'' playing loudly in his head. 
 
 * * * 
 
 7:08am. There was early-morning traffic, so Sean was late. Did n't matter, though. He had all the time he wanted with the *Snoozer*! 
 He stood in the bank's lobby, admiring the high ceilings. They built'em high so they could hold more dough, of course. 
 Just ahead of Sean was the entrance to the vault. The guards stood next to it, keeping an eye on the place. They had looked over at him a few times, which only pleased Sean. 
 *They have no idea what they're dealing with! * 
 It was time. He strolled over to them, smiling. He was in no hurry, he felt cool, and he was going to rob a bank and then disappear. 
 `` Gentlemen,'' he tipped his fedora as he walked past them into the vault. 
 `` Hey!'' They drew their guns. 
 `` Relax, relax.'' A crowd was watching now. The room was quiet. *Perfect! * 
 Sean loved theatrics. He had thought about the cool things he would say when his moment came. 
 `` I wo n't stick around for long, good sirs. I just wanted to say…'' 
 The crowd hushed, listening. 
 Sean adjusted his sunglasses and smiled. His finger rested on the snooze button. 
 *Shoot, what *was* I going to say? * 
 `` Uh, uh! Thanks for all the money, BITC-'' 
 He leapt into the air, slamming down the snooze button. 
 
 * * * 
 
 7:19am. 
 *This is such bull…* 
 A ring of policemen stood patiently around Sean. None were closer than twenty feet away. 
 Sean's eyes could move, but other than that time was quite frozen. He had watched them stroll over and admire the floating man by the vault after talking with one of the bank's tellers. 
 *That damn Dr. Bob. Hope I kept the receipt... *
