...Oh yes, I knew I'd arrived. But something wasn't right. I wandered the streets, in hopes of a restaurant. But something was missing. I wasn't quite where I was supposed to be. Wasn't I supposed to have luggage? I wandered the grey streets with a lightweight bundle. I clung to it, and knew I'd find its lightweight, cozy softness comforting. I had a small blanket tucked in that bag. My 'security' blanket, all might work out as long as I had it...

...But that rest of the puzzle? It all dissolved into hot black night, and the loud roaring of fans and a familiar just firm enough bed...