I was standing in a dusted deserted area facing two unreadable signs, and I could see ancient buildings in the distance. I was holding nothing but the large black suitcase stuffed with the items that I usually bring along with my on my voyages, but this time the suitcase did not seem necessary for anything more than to entertain the imprint the handle had left on my palm. I turned around, and there she stood. She was wearing a red gingham dress, and she smiled softly at me. Before I could speak to her, she pulled a Rob Roy cola from a crate and took a long sip, then she faded away, a ghost. When I woke up, my eyes streamed uncontrollably.