I am talking to Jayson Shenk on the phone. I have heard that Chris Seaman is in town, and I’m supposed to hang out with him, but I change my mind and decide to walk to Shenk’s.
Suddenly, I am in a classroom, learning about “foreign languages.” I’m having problems, because the class is about all sorts of languages, and even though each student only has to learn one, the class is overwhelming. Fatima, a girl I know from my job, is in the class, too, and she asks me something, but I can’t hear her. The instructor tells me I must remember the name of Russia’s ancient capital, and I write “Кразкиыл,” or Kraskiul.