We're on tour. "We" seems to be the Hold, but the members aren't right. Actually, it seems more like we're travelling, but not necessarily a band. It's almost like we're running from something. We are spending a day or two in this basement. The house is layed out exactly as my grandparents' house in Dundas. Perhaps that's where we are, perhaps it just looks like that house.

I have a separate "room" that is really just a bed with curtains around it. KC's laying on the floor, near, but on the other side of those curtains. Everyone else (two guys and a girl) have blankets, pillows, cushions and couches to sleep on.

We're ready for sleep, but watching TV. We're watching footage of the Hold. It's like we're seeing the show for the first time. Well, technically those of us in the band are seeing it for the first time, but we don't even remember this show. Something injures me, and I have blood pouring from my forehead down my face, but I finish the song like a trooper. Somehow, what we are watching is controlled from the upstairs living room. I sneak upstairs to see if I can rewind the tape. I open the door from the basement a tiny crack and peek through. Instead of seeing my grandmother or grandfather, asleep in a chair, I see KC's mother, on the edge of her seat, watching every detail. I decide against disturbing her, and creep back downstairs.

Everyone's asleep now, so I think. I crawl in under my covers and try to relax. One of the guys, not KC, crawls in with me. The sex is amazing. "Amazing," that's lame, but I don't know how to describe it. It must've been the best I ever had. The danger of possibly being discovered made it all the more hotter. Shushing each other. Trying not to make a single sound. He went back to his place on the couch, and I drifted into the most replenishing sleep I'd had since we got on the road.

The next day, we were on a bus. I looked just like a school bus, except it was painted black and had a back (side) door like the Metro Transit buses. Whatever we were running from was catching up. It was one of those days where everything was going wrong (except for my infidelity being found out). Not just minor things, either. We got off the bus a stop early, and found that the store we were heading to was being robbed. We ran up the street and got the bus to pick us back up. Strange things were happening. People everywhere seemed to be losing control of themselves and doing things very out of character. Once we got on the bus, the driver got a crazed look in his eyes and he stomped on the gas pedal. We're going up onto an overpass and there is a left turn up ahead. The bus keeps going faster and faster and plows right through the guard rail.