I am at college, just before beginning a class with Dr. Inan. I'm finishing something I'm writing, between classes, but I've run out of paper. I have only one piece left, and it is stained with water and wrinkled. I ask around, but nobody has another.

There is store in the central area of the building that sells mostly coffee and snacks, but also some school supplies. They have various notebooks and paper, but nothing that isn't bound. I can't use any of those that they have, because it won't match the ones I already used.

Then I start having a nicotine fit and remember that I need to go outside and smoke before class starts, and I'm nearly late!

I figure that it'd be preferable to be late than leave in the middle of class, so I go to the nearest door. Outside is a tiny zen garden, with perfect plants and little Buddhas and everything in about a 15 foot square, against the sidewalks and the tall buildings of the city.

I try to roll a cigarette, but I'm having trouble. There's another guy sitting there, and I'm trying to use the hood of his sweatshirt as a flat surface, but it's getting tangled.