A neighborhood crisis, everything is dark and cold. We are told not to venture out into the fog until daybreak. I am aware of someone going for help, traveling out onto the frozen lake in search of something. The light moves off from shore, and I am left alone.
The fog still clings obstinately to the area come morning. In the classic fashion, our street congregates in front of our house to discuss the recent goings on. The air is still damp and cold, and the meeting is soon adjourned. Everyone returns to their houses, but my mother, sister and I head uphill to the lakefront, to see if we can help with the search.

There seems to be a soft morning light burning through the fog. There is a very large and intricate slide. Instead of being a regular water slide, it seems to be generating some sort of force field around the tube, in which riders can slide any way and however fast they want to. I clamber on, and am zipped away by the magnetic field. I gain an incredible amount of speed and upon reaching the peak of the slide I launch myself off and into the morning sun.

It is no longer morning. The light is warm and yellow, that of late afternoon. As part of the camp curriculum, they are teaching us how to skateboard. I don a helmet and pads. but when the teacher tells us to begin, I immediately skate over the edge of the ramp and huddle behind it. There, Matt, Meaghan and Eva have begun a game of underground basketball. We play, with the light filtering through the trees and dark, rusty iron walls cut similar to pegboard. I find I can skate up the ramps and halfpipes without a board, aloowing me to slam dunk quite effectively. I soon tire of basketball, and dash past the teacher into the open, away from the iron and concrete. I stumble along the uneven path, watching the dust motes in the sun.