I'm in a foreign city, riding a public bus. There is a teacher up at the front, giving a math lesson to the riders, as though it's also a classroom.

Somehow I've gotten lost. I'm rooming with Steve, but I didn't get my own room key yet, and I don't know where he went. All my maps and stuff are in the room. This bus ride seems to be a return trip, taking me back toward my hotel, but I'm not sure where.

I talk to another rider across the aisle about it, a young kid who has a map and shows me the route that this bus is taking, very circularly around the city. I ask him if he has a map I can have, because of my predicament with the hotel, and if I at least had a map, I could get around. He says he doesn't have one to spare, putting his away.

The teacher is finishing the lesson, but I know that I don't have to pay attention because I'll never be on this bus again.

I recognize the hotel where I'm staying, luckily, and hop off. I think dad and mom are there, but my pack tips and dumps a package of hot dogs under a car. I'm trying to get them all picked up, although they're now all covered in dirt and gravel.