s are being bulldozed and there are a bunch of ugly new houses being built. I drive down the winding road and one of the workers asks me the time.
I'm trapped in a building. I wait for the elevator and the floor beneath me is collapsing. There are whole rooms filled with dead people covered with mud.
The kids and I visit Pounder. He has a pile of model train equipment and I was going to set it up for him. Joe is waiting to have a sofa delivered. It's Pounders birthday and he says we should go out for some beers. I tell him he should wear his birthday hat and he'll get some free drinks.
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