I'm on a college campus hanging out with students much younger than me. Everyone around me is drunk and I don't particularly like any of them. A guy with scruffy red hair and baggy clothes begins to flirt with me. I feel like I could be his mother, but I'm feeling flattered and in need of attention so I allow him to whisper lascivious things into my ear. I notice a wave of naseau in my stomach. The guy brings me to a dirty movie theatre decorated with red rocks and velvet. The party continues there. No one is watching the film. 

We leave, the guy now very drunk, and his equally drunk friends trailing behind. We take a train to another, more rural town. The party continues there. The guy and his male friends palaver endlessly about nothing of substance. Somehow the guy and I have sex. I sort of enjoy it, but I'm noticeably angry and rough with him. I don't want to be around him anymore, so I take a bus filled with people and dirt and sweat, back to where the party started.  

There I meet an older man, some kind of carnival worker. He's running from the police and asks me to help him design a book for children so we can all be saved. I design two pages. The police arrive. I rip up the pages I've created and try to find somewhere to hide them.