I was working at Wilbur’s, a liquor store, again. It was very stressful, mostly because of all the rowdy customers and their dogs. I was in the back room when The Photo Atlas came out of the beer cooler. I noticed their drummer, Joshua, getting along well with Teena. I talked to Stella about movies and vacations.
I was in some kind of post-apocalyptic Arvada because the only other person around was my angry, muscular shadow aspect. We fought each other using balls of chi energy. I showered after the battle.