The Time Bank is now reaching gigantic proportions and is spreading throughout the world, attracting more and more adults eager to save their time.

But there's one problem. Momo. The poor little girl Momo, who lives in the Amphitheater. The only pure child, indifferent to the consumerist politics that promotes the Time Bank. And the child who met the guardian of time, Master Hora.

The Gray President doesn't want to miss this opportunity. He craves the human time guarded by Master Hora more than anything

Evening has fallen, and a light breeze can be felt in the Amphitheater. Suddenly, the sound of engines breaks the silence, and the Gray Men's cars park in front of the Amphitheater, their headlights on. Little Momo goes out to check on what's happening, watching the Gray President and some of his men get out of their cars. The President looks at her with a grin, the symbolic cigar between his lips.