I was in a foreign land, a very foreign land indeed.

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Killing time meant spending countless hours around closed coffee shops, merchandise, gift shops. Daytime was a nightmare--the sun was falling, shattering, glistening in wild colours.
We were once all evacuated into a large ballroom. A series of tsunami were evolving right before my eyes, as my mum endlessly chattered on about kitchenware. Nobody noticed how endangered we had become until the first of the series striked the full glass windows, water gushing through from the rubber seams.
Someone screamed.

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Our way of travelling was usually by car. My dad drove me through a familiar arcade, only to find myself getting questioned by one of his friends (who'd chosen this moment to question me like an authority...), then I went over to my red car and met my maths teacher.

"You drive?" he asked, doubtfully.
"Yes." I answered without much thought. "Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?"

Only it wasn't my car. It was a red taxi---I'd gotten in before I knew it was a mistake.
"Sorry," I said, "Ah--oh well, can we carpool? He needs a ride." I nodded towards my maths teacher.
"Afraid not," the driver replied, "And you, you've got time?"
He then blasted off into infinity, my mind left swept away in some odd new dimension.

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And then there was Lily, who looked just like Yoko Ono.

I think it was Yoko anyway.

She drove the tiniest cool gadget, something like in between a Jaguar and a Mustang, its beatle-like surface glittering black. Whenever someone abruptly meantioned words like "rich", "lavish", "ridiculously pompous", she'd come roaring down, her car swerving all over the place.
One of the doors was always open when that happened; Lily always saved me.

After the taxi driver had plopped me off on a stranded highway, I somehow managed to find my way back to the arcade. Then I heard a great deal of swishing and revving and screeching, and found Lily waiting for me.

"Get in!" she shouted, "What on earth are you standing there for?"
Everything happened all so quick whenever I was with her--the next moment, we were blitzing through the street life, the night hanging way behind us.

"Lily? Can I ask you a favour?"
"Anything, just about anything," was her usual remark.
"I need some sunshine."
She looked at me with a comical, puzzled smile. "Sunshine?"