It's snowy out, and I'm goofing around in my truck with Billy and Steve, in an area that looks like Barbur Boulevard. I tell the guys I have to run, as I'm late for picking up Natasha to deliver her to work (*).

"That's ok," Billy says," just drop me off at a church."

I happen to know of a church right nearby, so we stop there and we all get out. It's a rather neat old-fashioned-style church, with stained glass and many symbolic traditions. Billy and I find the church rather interesting, but I'm confused as to whether this was a church that they wanted to go to, or if they had a specific church in mind, or what, so I don't know whether I can leave them here.

The floor is marble, and there are marble words protruding from it. Most of the letters are white, but certain ones are in black, as if for emphasis, and I'm looking for the black ones to spell a certain secret message or something.

Then I realize again that I am late to pick up Natasha, and I say again "guys, I really gotta go..."

(*) A fierce snowstorm was projected for tonight, and I was supposed to pick up Natasha and take her to work. It never came, and after a brief phone call, she drove herself.