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I was leaving the house of someone I knew, and was on my way home. Home, though, was hundreds of miles away. I was a bit tired and did not feel like making this trek of a drive through the night. I felt particularly alone, even though my cat was with me. She was meowing because she was locked in her travel kennel, so I let her out to free-roam in the car. She quickly found a comfortable spot between the passenger side door and seat and fell asleep. A dreary gray-blue morning was starting to break. I came to a horrifying realization: I had been driving aimlessly all night and I had no idea where I was, or more importantly, how to get home. I only knew I had to head southwest. I had no map. I ended up on some road that appeared to be a normal highway, but was actually some military district that was not on any map. I eventually found a fast food restaurant. I walked in and asked if anyone had a map. Some guy gave me a piece of paper that had a rough outline of some local civilian neighborhood. It was completely useless to me.

I was in the commuter lounge at UB. I, along with Esther and (most likely) Brent, decided to go downstairs to get food. Esther and I were walking with an arm around each other's shoulders. I ordered a large bowl of strawberry ice cream. It was disgusting. Esther got some kind of elaborate salad that involved cubes of sliced fruit of various colors.