I'm in a large room, like a cafeteria in a school. A group of guys, led by childhood a-hole Steve Jones is gradually surrounding me, trying to weed me out of the crowd and beat me up. I can see them milling around, closing in. Then it seems they give up and back off, I believe because there are still too many people around.

A few minutes later they start closing in, apparently in the dry grassy parking area outside. Steve (who is also like Matt of Stoneworks) blocks my way. I punch him rapidly twice in the chest, but it has no apparent effect.

Then I start talking to him. I ask him why we should fight, who even cares anyway, and what reason we have not to get along. And what did I ever do to him? "You were always so geeky," he says.

I know, I say, but that's no reason we should fight. I can be geeky, he can be jocky, and that's all right. After a few minutes he seems to agree and backs down, and our dogs play together on the grass around the cars.