All the world's a stage in Dark City, and all the city-dwellers are acting out roles, one show nightly. At midnight sharp, jury-rigged biological clocks cause a jolt of narcolepsy throughout the city. People standing in line for a movie drop like stones. Cars on the highway slow and stall as faces mash down onto steering wheels. A bustling office becomes an echo chamber. When all is quiet, in come The Strangers, a race of macrobiotic Uncle Festers in tulip-shaped cloaks who stand upright as they float through the night air, attending to each little corner of a nightmarish experiment of unknown purpose. The unwitting sleepers are dragged away and posed in new beds and chairs, with new wallets placed on countertops and new clothes hanging in the closet. The curtain goes up again.