Well, this isn't really a sequel,but it's a dream that I had a while ago, but I want to type it up before I forget. <begindreamsequence> So I'm in Chicago, by myself, but I didn't start out by myself.  I started out with my father and sister. Except we got in a car accident, and the car was compacted. My dad gives me a big sweater, kisses my head and sends me off to go find help. I pull on the sweater, and it's long enough to be a dress. It's either red or blue, I can't remember now, but I'm leaning toward red... Anyway, I've been walking down this REALLY creepy area for what seems like an hour. It's like, an alley with VERY narrow walkways and old-fashioned cobblestone. So I come up to a small store, and I open the door and take a map from of their counter.  And I follow a hallway into the back of the store, were it appears to be someones' home. There are kids of all ages in there, although no one over the age of 23, I just know that subconsciously. But there's like, LOTS of kids in there, like 50 or 60 kids. There's a group of about six 21 to 22 year olds drinking, and they're lying in sleeping bags, and one girl makes fun of my sweater dress, so I run outside a little screen door and I'm about to start crying, but I stop to look around at where I am. I'm still in the narrow walkway, but now there's gutters and huge stone walls with clothes lines hanging from them, and it's like, all old-fashioned. So I sit on a tiny bench in the corner and I open the map and turn it all around trying to find out where to go, and there's a shadow cast over my map, so I look up and I see Chris Faller leaning over me. And I say "Chris, can you help me please?" So Chris leans down next to me, and I show him the map, an while I'm showing him, he's rubbing and touching my fingers, but they're yellow, because he smokes. And he tells me somewhere to go, and I say thank you, and he gets up, and he's very tall, and he fades into darkness, and he's disappeared. So I get up smiling, and I go back into the house filled with the mean teenagers. But lots of the kids have left, so I'm dancing very creepily and lowly and flowing-ly in front of a mirror, and I see the top of my head moving, and I have like a thousand bra straps, and I'm seeing myself from above me. So I get done dancing, and I'm about to follow Chris's instructions when the girl that was mean to me tells me I'm cool because Chris was talking to me. And then she offers me some whisky and I say no, because I don't drink and she's like okay, bye! </enddreamsequence> And then I woke up. So it was a good dream, but also scary, kind of. Goodnight.