• We're driving at ludicrous speeds down a narrow, tree-lined highway. Like a flock of birds in flight we suddenly change direction and drive a little bit down a path off the side of the road. We stop and get out of our cars - we can see 3 state police cars sitting about a quarter mile ahead, just waiting to nab us. Bill knew they were there. He could smell the fear in the air from the other drivers.

  • My old neighborhood has changed. Where the dead end was, there is a large, sunny field with a couple bright yellow houses in it. My old neighbors have really cute cats. I pet them and they purr for a bit before scampering away.

  • Back on the highway, alone this time. I can smell fear from the other drivers now. In fact, I can see it: a watery green cloud up ahead, over a hill. I slow to 65mph. As I go over the hill, I see the statie. He follows me for a while, then disappears.