I sooner or later reached the next town, there was police tape everywhere so I hopped out of the car to see what had happened. It pained me to see that one of my classmates had been blankly lying inside the square of caution tape. I couldn't bring myself to remember their name, after all it was just a dream…right? I kept driving, traffic was quite bothersome. I stopped at a directions sign, it read "NY CITY 32-MILES." I sure enough did not want to go to New York City. It was just a place full of murder and gangs and stuff like that, terrifying. As I kept driving, I got into a rich neighborhood and I could feel the stares of pity from snobs, they were probably wondering what a poor piece of crap like me was doing driving down "their" road. I realized I was drifting closer toward New York city.