Danny was your typical badass character in the movies. He didn’t talk much, and when he did it was usually to say something coarse. He still looked exactly the same, but he had a completely different air about him. Something much more threatening. I played the role of his girlfriend. It was a very “AndrAia and Matrix” relationship. While I was equally fearsome, I was calmer and more reasonable.

For whatever reason, we were helping our friends go shopping. One of them was Sonja, though she looked nothing like how she actually does. She and a couple other skinny, high school aged girlies were jumping around, trying to find a suiteable birthday present for someone’s mom. They seemed more like junior high girls than anything. The strange thing about it was we were shopping in K*Mart, which is the last place I would expect to find good clothes. But for some reason they had all these nice cotton dresses, in a range of colours. The top part was tight and form-hugging, while the skirt of the dress was very short and fluffed out very nicely. They were actually quite sexy, so after some consideration I decided to get one. I asked DannyMatrix which colour, and after some halfhearted grumbles about knowing nothing about this sort of thing, he chose a red one.

After that, we had hijacked a minibus. I forget who exactly we were escaping from, but we were using it as cover. Danny plowed through all the yellow lights instead of slowing down, and the children in the back screamed. “Hey lady!” one of them called to me. “Why aren’t you screaming too?”

“Because I know him really well. He drives like this all the time, though he’s usually driving a Mustang. I trust him.” We came to a stoplight (I know exactly where this is, but I have no idea the names of the roads) and as we tried to turn left, the bus started to skid. It became apparent the minibus couldn’t take turns like a Mustang, even in dream world. The children screamed, and I gripped Danny’s arm for support. The bus flipped.

I helped the upsidown children get free, who were all wearing their seatbelts oddly enough. Danny had no idea what to do, so I took care of getting everyone out of the bus. As we stood by the side of the road looking for a way to escape since the children were okay, one of those giant black SUVs pulled over. It turned out to be a soccer mom, here to lecture us on how we endangered the children. I could see the look in Danny’s eye, and knew we’d be hijacking that car soon…

Roomie’s alarm clock went off.