It's as though I've been dropped off in a strange city. I was on a bus or something, but I didn't know where it was going, and I figured that I'd rather be on the ground and find my way around. I'm with a couple other boys that apparently live near here, but I'm far from home. We settle in this courtyard for some snacks while I try to figure out where I am, and look for familiar signs.

I end up out by the trestle at my parents', trying to get to Joe's house to get my old motorcycle, the one I had when I was a teenager. Keta happens by and picks me up, and we talk about her taking me to Joe's, but we're not sure where Joe is or if he even still has the motorbike.

It occurs to me at some point that it would have been easier just to walk home, since the distance from my work to home only takes me about an hour to walk, and the path that I've taken to get the motorcycle is taking way longer.