Vera and I are in an empty room of sort of a beige color, about the size of a bedroom. It's like we're trying to figure out what's going on. She points out that the dog Sydney, who is sitting on the floor, is acting strange, panting, and her heart seems to be beating quickly. I reach down and touch her, and indeed it seems unusual, though she doesn't seem distressed. There are sounds outside the room that are familiar, and it jostles around a bit like... a train! That's it, I say, we seem to be on some sort of train. I think it's an illusion, like maybe we're on some drugs, because some drugs can cause this sort of hallucination.

We arrive where we're going, and stop, like our room or train has parked, and we start getting ready to bed down for the night. I'm kind of disappointed, I think I booked this sort of cabin online, in this little park of densely packed buildings, and it isn't as advertised - it's very small, and there's no bathroom at all, how could that be? There is a queen-sized bed, though, so we make that up, and make another bed for a younger girl that's with us - some mixture of Alona and Victoria - between the bed and the wall.

Then a skinny asian guy shows up, who is apparently our host, and he shows us that there's a door to a hallway, where there is a bathroom, and another bedroom. That's better.