I was a senator in a crumbling Roman civilization of Escher-like psychotecture. I had a teenage daughter. The alarm clock went off and signaled the death of our current, very young emperor. He had set up a financial deadman switch-- when he died the entire Empire went bankrupt.
Everything came apart as I snoozed the alarm. Had to flee, sent my daughter one way and I ran the other. I escaped across impassable buildings.
I picked up Stephanie Seymour along the way, somehow. She needed to have her feet removed (I watched Shallow Grave the night before) because her ankles were deformed from years of walking fashion runways.