I've met the girl of my dreams, in New Zealand. She likes me too. We met at night, and shared a brief kiss. I don't know if I even got her contact information. We were supposed to get together again soon.

But now it's the next day, and I realize that it might be our day to depart. Everybody is gathered at this fountain and as I pass in a car I see the girl, and I want to stop and talk to her, but I have to get back to the cabin. The cabin is near the fountain, as if sharing a common park, but across the way, and in the cabin are my flight papers that say when I have to leave.

I go into the cabin, scrambling almost in a panic, looking for the papers. They're in a backpack in the bathroom, but the door is blocked by high piles of neatly folded clothes. I try to scoot them out of the way, but the door won't open, so I start moving and restacking them. Then my mom comes to the cabin, having suddenly realized that we have to get to the airport and yelling to everybody to hurry up, take your showers, we have to leave before we miss the plane! I don't think she knows when the plane actually departs, so I still have to get to those papers!