I'm in a very small car, at the front of a line of very small cars. It's like a Shriner car, but slightly taller. There's a kind of sunroof, and my head and upper torso are sticking out the top. We're heading down a narrow winding road to a building, and there are speedbumps to slow us down. I'm going too fast for the first one, and the bottom of my car falls and makes a horrible clunking sound when it hits. The speedbumps are shaped like the upper half of a D, so your car just falls when you pass over them. I slow down, and finally make it to the place. It's like a bank, or a DMV office - very long counter, big line, everybody's busy. Everyone being helped has these tiny cars with them as well. I take a number from the machine on my left, but there's no number on it - just the name and logo of the company making the thing. The people behind me are nudging me forward, and telling me to go to the far end to be helped, but none of the staff have said anything. Finally, right at the end, a blonde woman leans back and says she can help. I drive down there, and up to the counter. She's not ready to take me yet, so I'm told to go sit down on a chair nearby. I park my little car in front of the chair and sit. I'd like to blow my nose, and there's a washroom just to my right, but I don't want to miss being called.
I have to go to my brother's place so we can catch a show together. I've debated just skipping it, but I have time. Gotta get there by 7, and it's 6 now. There's snow all over, and it hasn't been plowed yet, but I have some heavy boots on, so I can just run through it all. As I head up the street to the train station, there's a football game going on. I think New England's one of the teams. They complete a pass, and get some yards, but after the play, there's some scrapping, and they get a penalty, which brings it all back. That upsets me, because their progress is linked to mine somehow, and I need them to keep moving forward.
Phone rings.
Walking down the Court at night, and almost near the end. I notice a car parked on my right with somebody inside. As I walk behind and to the driver's side, I see it's BO. She has her headlights on, shining on a wall. On the inside of the windshield, she's drawing something in the condensation. Somehow it's lit up and projected on the wall in front. It says HELP. I run over to the door and open it up. I ask her if she's ok, and if she wants me to drive to the hospital. She moves over to the passenger side, I hand over her purse and get in. It's a tiny import, but the seat is pushed way back, so I have to move it forward. She mumbles something about it overheating, but it starts up just fine for me. I put it in reverse, and back out carefully. It's now light out, and the car is parked 90 degrees from how it was when I got in. I'm trying to figure out how to put it in drive (it's an automatic) and she says something about a keycode. By the shifter, there's a numeric pad laid out. She says the number's ---3375, like a phone number. I put it in drive, and start punching in the number. I fat-finger the last two digits, so I have to do it again. We get up to the main road, and a car passes from left to right. I turn left onto the road.
Phone rings.