I'm talking to a friend from out of town (who seems to be a male version of Jeane), as if sitting in a pub. He suddenly pulls out a shiny silver pistol and points it at his head, and then at me, waving it all around and being very threatening. I'm trying to talk him out of it, but then apparently I leave the scene. I'm concerned for him.

I go to an adjacent warehouse, where many products are stacked on pallets and shelves up to the high ceiling. There seems to be some sort of protest going on, with people gathered in the aisles.

One person climbs up on one of the high shelves and starts jumping up and down, yelling, and the shelves fall down, bumping each other and knocking each next one, until the whole warehouse is falling down around us. I crouch near the floor hoping I won't be killed by the falling boxes.