I'm in a foreign country, perhaps Greece, but an unfamiliar modern city. We're waiting for our tour bus, just idling about on some steps in front of a building.

A moose comes around the corner and approaches us. Of course I'm interested, and go up to pet it, handing my camera to Natasha, who is standing nearby, to take pictures. It's small for a moose, but it gets rather aggressive and starts biting at me, even lunging for my neck. I grab its neck and subdue it, and it seems to recognize that I have dominated it, so it stops attacking me, and just stands there calmly.

The bus still doesn't arrive, so I start wandering around a little. I go down the block and around a corner into an indoor mall-type area, but then I decide it's time to go back and wait for the bus.

I've gone in sort of a J shape, and the bus stop is straight through the mall, but I decide to go back around the way I came anyway, just to avoid getting lost or something. Even so, I don't seem to be able to find my way back to the main road. Something always prevents me from going that way, and I just get more and more lost and worried.

I end up climbing down into this enclosed balcony on the second floor that is the equivalent of somebody's back deck. It's made of mismatched materials, like a slum. I go to the screen door, and there's an lady on the other side, old and short, with dark hair, like a South American. I quickly try to explain through the screen door in simple words, since she probably doesn't speak English, and she seems to understand, and lets me in.

She starts telling me in rough English about her daughter who lives in the States, in Ohio or somewhere, but I am getting very concerned about being left behind, so I feel like I can't stay and talk. I consider exchanging email addresses, but my thoughts are interrupted by a distant megaphone, announcing: "Mr. Fritz Capell. Fritz Capell, please return to the bus station immediately. Your bus is about to depart."

I indicate to the lady with a point toward the sound, and rush out to the front of her house. There are no stairs - she appears to be very poor - only this sort of chute with steps on it which must be unfolded and slid down like a fire escape to reach the street. I quickly work it out and climb down, telling the lady "Thank you so much, you're wonderful and I'll always remember you, but I really have to go now."

I run back toward the main street, but I still can't find it. Now I know some of these dark-skinned people speak English, I ask them how to get back, and indeed, they understand and point me through this factory. Somebody even leads me on the way. When I come out of the factory on the other side, there is a field, and the path forks and goes off to the road in either direction. At the end of one path is a police car, and I think I should go that way, because he can help me, but the guys who are guiding me insist that I go the other way, to the left, so I follow them as fast as my feet can go.

When I get to the road I turn to the right and run down to the police car. He immediately asks "Are you Fritz Capell or Shawn Riley?"

I answer yes, I'm Fritz Capell, and he tells me to get in. I jump in the back seat on the passenger side, and Shawn is in the front. There are two babies in the back seat with me, loosely placed in baby-seats, and as we pull out into the street, one of them falls loosely and I think she might fall out of the car. Shawn says "look out, that baby is falling", and I grab her arms and hold on to her, but the cop tells us casually not to worry, she won't fall out.