text: Your eyes blink open and you look at the ceiling. It is a boring white, like all these apartments, but you're pretty sure it hasn't been painted in 10 or more years. You blink and sit up. At least you don't have to go to work today. Instead, today is relaxation day. First you need to head to the store to stock up on some food, then all bets are off!
  
  You open the door to head downstairs. The day does not match your mood: it is cloudy, cool, and windy outside. In fact, the clouds are getting darker and rolling across the sky as you watch them. You better hurry and get your supplies and get back, or you're sure this storm will catch you. You trot down the stairs and head into the back lot to your car.
  
  You start to pull out and slam on your brakes when another car starts to back out in front of you. That was close. This is a big apartment building, but you recognize that giant car as that of the old lady who lives on the first floor and does everything slow. You slowly follow her out of the parking lot and are glad when she turns the other way.
  
  You are headed towards the grocery store, but when you take a right in the middle of town, you hear a loud "pop" and feel the car slide underneath you. You limp the car over to the sidewalk and get out to see that yes, you now have a flat tire. That's the second one this year, and you just remembered that you didn't replace your spare since the last time.
  
  Fortunately, you have AAA, and you can call them to help you. The overly nice AAA guy on the phone tells you that it will take about an hour, but they'll be there. You sigh and lean against the hood, thinking about all the food you were going to buy, but will now have to wait.
  
  As you're sitting there, a black four-door car slams it's brakes on next to you in a squeal of tires. The back door pops open and you can see a skinny man inside in a dark suit and dark glasses on the far side. He calls out to you, "Get in."
  > You wait for the tow truck...
  You are standing in town next to your car with a flat tire. A car drives past every now and then, but there's not a lot of activity going on right now. The clouds have started to break up, but it would be a stretch to call it a sunny day yet. At least it's not hot.
  
  There are two store fronts here where you are standing, a Mailboxes, etc., and a local coffee shop. There is no one in the Mailboxes store, but there are a few different people wandering in and out of the coffee shop, like any other day in any other town.
  > You go into Mailboxes, etc...
  You find yourself inside the lobby of a 24-hour Mailboxes Etc. store. At the moment, there appears to be no one here. There is a counter with a number of ads and hand-written papers advertising discounts for various types of mailboxes and terms. There is even a scale for weighing mail. On the side wall is a slot labelled "Outgoing mail."
  
  The floor here is, well, old. It looks like the linoleum floor was once white, but it is a strange grey-brown at the moment, and near one corner is a pile of something that, well, you don't even want to think about what it might be.
  
  On all the other walls of the room are various mailboxes from very tiny boxes that appear to only hold a letter or two; up to boxes that look so large that you think you might be able to climb inside.