I'm traveling with a friend, and we've just arrived at Matt and Melinda's house, which is nothing like their real house, and is in some far away city. Matt brings us in, and we set our stuff down in the hallway, where Melinda sits absorbed in a laptop computer.

I say before everyone settles to their quarters, we should figure out what the plan is for tomorrow. It seems the most likely plan is that we'll get a short night's sleep and have to rush to the airport first thing in the morning.