Two nights ago, I was caught in a flood.
Last night, I delivered a baby by C-section and was carrying it around with me. Walking up to a gas station I saw what looked like blood stains on the concrete garage floor, so I was going to sidestep the place. Two people behind me saw the same thing and started to react, so I went in with them and saw that the stains were from someone who had been dragged across the floor bleeding. I decided not to look in the direction of the dead body. I called the police.
There was a man scurrying around the place and I gathered that he'd committed the murder. He asked me who I'd called. The baby was no longer in my arms and the man was threatening me with a large plastic spatula. I finally lunged at him and took it out of his hands, thinking, I've just had a baby, so I'm not afraid of anything. I ran out to the street and tried to wave the undercover police car down.
Earlier on, I was trying to choose a place to stay with S. We were in the lakeside/seaside resort I've been to often at night. In one room there were about twenty cats and there was wood paneling and I finally spotted a woman in the midst of all the cats. She had gray hair. She was one of the owners of the resort. I apologized and left, after noticing that there were also babies on the couch and not enough people to hold them, so I took one into my arms and went back outside to the truck to find S. He was sitting in the driver's seat reading and smoking.
