My car, some sort of van, is parked along Garden Home Road, near where I used to live. As I arrive, some people in yellow uniforms are getting into the van and preparing to move it. "Don't worry," I tell them, "I'm here."

They ignore me, and continue to prepare to drive my van away. "I'm here," I say again. I get in, and they start driving away. "Why won't you answer me? What the heck sense does this make? I'm here, it's my car, what's the matter with you people?" They remain silent.

I end up walking along the side of the road by the Old Market Pub, with a girl. I think my foot is tired, and we have to stop for a rest before turning into the neighborhood toward home. As we're standing there resting, I think I see the face of a deer over her shoulder, it surprises me and I start to tell her, but it turned out to be a cat in the field.