I'm in an unfamiliar city, walking along block by block trying to catch up to my brother Steve. My dog Sydney is with me, though not on a leash, and cloaked in a shirt that (in real life) I have on her because she has a lump on her side. I'm trying to stop Steve so we can go back and leave Sydney somewhere to rest, because she's taking Benadryl (also in real life) which makes her very tired. But gradually as we go along I realize that we're too far to go back to wherever it was that I was thinking I would leave her.

Finally we get to our destination, an unfamiliar house. Steve arrived still a few minutes ahead of me, and I'm a little bit mad that he didn't let me catch up. "I was yelling and yelling, 'Stop, Steve, wait for me!'", I say, though I don't remember doing that, "for like six hours", though he corrects me, and I agree, that that was an exaggeration, and it was only three hours. "Well anyway," I say, "here are your cheeseburgers", as I drop a fast-food bag on the table.