I wake up suddenly. From that dream. Words are falling out of my ear still, and I am already trying to remember who put them there. “…plenty of time.” You’ve got? We’ve got? And then boom they are gone? He, she, it? Some sense of being in one of those outdoor elevator shafts with wind blowing leaves around, of being slowly lifted to street level. And then I am waking up, fighting for consciousness like a man fighting for air after popping to the surface of a lake. Struggling to understand where I am now, this time. Where am I?