They were back in the car except now she had aged a bit and her long blond hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail. She seemed more pensive then when they first met at that strange scene in the preprogrammed bar that had become a cramped bedroom party adrift in the black air of endless cyberspace. There are many places where dreams refuse to go back to and this would be one of them. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was a high-school cheerleader, a McDonalds order-taker, a rich slacker from the suburbs who was using him as a temporary distraction.

"So where's all this money you were talking about," she playfully egged him on as she gripped the steering wheel.

"Uh, I don't recall..." he procrastinated.

At which point she stopped the car and turned off the ignition.