It's all snowy outside, like a foot of snow. I'm not sure where I am; there are no particular landmarks, but I pull a large shell of ice out of the hood of a car. It's like the trunk of Shawn's jet-skiis, as if there were ice all around the surfaces, and I pull out this three-dimensional piece intact.

We're talking about how we're going to get water during this freeze. Whoever is with me says that maybe we should buy a big container of water, but I say the water is fine, the only reason we got sick last time is that we were drinking the dirty water out of that creek.