It's our wedding day, but we still have no plans. I'm in a room getting dressed. Emily is helping me. But, the room is like a basement. It's like the jamspot, but bigger than it even originally was. A huge warehouse with rooms and tons of people. Maybe it was the Loudhouse, but it was still geographically different inside. I have a white, elaborate dress on, with my striped socks I got in Montreal. I start to panic, and rush out of the room. I find my groom and yell at him. "I'm all ready! How are we supposed to get married when no one even knows it's happening? I can't believe we don't have any plans!"

I ran away.