I'm at some sort of social event, which seems like a work party. We're at the home of somebody very well-off, milling around and drinking beer. Natasha is there, and she wants to go home and have sex, which I am not interested in, although as I drink more, it starts to make more sense. I check my watch; it's about 2pm, and I'm feeling rather drunk.

The place seems like an expensive apartment, in a high-rise building in a downtown area, and it has several museum-like displays of technology under glass. I'm milling from one to the other, looking at little moving machines on display.

Suddenly everybody starts screaming and running around, looking for places to hide, because the party is being attacked. I don't see any attackers, but I duck down a hallway and into an elevator. Natasha is lost in the confusion, and the elevator closes on three or four of us and starts taking us up. It was a trap, and we in the elevator are captured. They usher us out and put us in a van.

We are being transported to somewhere to board an airplane. It seems that we are going to be killed, and probably killing a lot of other people in some plot. One of our captors is driving, and the other is in the passenger seat. Two other innocents are in the next row, and I'm in the back seat on the driver's side, with another captive on my right.

As we're driving, I search my pockets for anything that might be useful. I find a hard-boiled egg, already peeled, and I take it out and pass it to my fellow kidnappees. Everybody looks at it, like it's a toy, and in the handling it gets smushed into a ball, still basically egg-shaped, but messed up like a ball of play-dough.

I also find a pair of orange-handled scissors, and I come to a plan: I will smash the egg in the face of our captors, and while they are distracted with that, I can stab them with the scissors. I think the best place to stab them would be in the neck, trying to pierce down into the abdominal cavity. Too bad there are two of them; that will be a problem. I need them to be close together. And I can't do it now - it would be too obvious, and take too long for me to get from my place up to where the bad guys are.

So it has to be right when they let us out of the van, when everybody gets up. I'm just waiting for that moment.