It is night, and I'm walking home from the store, carrying a small bag of candy. Just as I come around a corner on a hill, just like the one on Miles Court just below my house, a white Volkswagen Bus comes slowly down the road, weaving as if totally drunk. I'm afraid it's going to hit me, even though it seems to be trying not to, because the walls to the side of the road are steep, so there's nowhere to run. I seem to be rather drunk myself, which makes evasive maneuvers even more difficult.

The Volkswagen lurches and stops and starts, as if the driver himself realizes his liability and can barely drive, but is pressing on. Once when he stops I can hear him sigh in relief and frustration. He goes into the other lane to avoid me, stops, then turns toward me. Somehow he makes it past without hitting me, but I wonder if something should be done to get him off the road, since he is obviously a danger to himself and others.

Soon after, I hear sirens up ahead, and see flashing lights. I run to the left up an embankment, to get out of their way and avoid being seen. The hills, shaped like sand dunes, are cluttered with farm equipment, and I sit, hiding in the shadow of something, and watch. I can see a road that branches to the left from the road I just left, and across it are emergency vehicles preparing for deployment. I can see a fireman hopping into his fire pants, police cars pulling out with blue lights flashing and heading toward my road (and perhaps the drunken Volkswagen). A little way off, a red flare goes up into the sky.

Suddenly a voice quite near me says "Move over. What are you doing here?"

I'm not sure which way to move. The speaker is a girl (like a girl who in real life works at UPS, but taller and seems older), who has approached up the hill in front of me. I answer "Nothing. Just watching."

She says more insistently "Move over! What is that you have in your hand?"

I'm still not sure where she wants me to move, but I answer that I have a bag of candy from the store.

Yet again she says "Move over!", this time pointing a foot or so to my left, apparently wanting me to come out of the shadow in which I'm hiding.