People in the hotel room were talking about a juvenile detention center in Crimea when I went to go take a shower. I carried a large compilation of theses with me into the bathroom while thinking about the semester ahead. I realized that winter break was quickly ending and that I had forgotten to hand in an assignment that I had promised to make up for.

It was going to be Renn Fayre soon. I was pushing my shopping cart full of groceries through the subway when I walked past her. She didn’t seem to notice.

I held the Artifact in my hand while being informed that a French spy had been sent to kill the Austrian king (me). I was due to potentially succeed onto two thrones in the case that the other kings died. I would get shot at every time I walked past the window in front of our kitchen until I got to the other side or behind a curtain. I tried to draw the curtains shut as a solution but found out that they were much too short to cover the entire window.

I was visiting someone who was living in a shipping container. I had to crawl through a small waist-height hole to get into their room. The other areas in the compound were defined as “open pads” or “common pads”.