Started out in my old neighborhood. Don’t remember much, something about the dog and driving. Talking to business owners, no one sold anything on Monday. They taking charge in a business, needed a typewriter. They only had a weird portable one in a bag.
Transition to a building with a giant pool area. Rick Morrin jumped in the pool and I could see him through the glass from the underground area, like maintenance tunnels. He didn’t have enough air and was drowning. I was running, looking for the emergency button. Found it, someone saved him. Went to check on him and the person who saved him said it was my fault. She was yelling at me.