I had a dream I was falling. Just, plummeting down so far...
I peak my eyes open. I was being dragged, I think toward the industrial district. Where ever I was going, I don't plan to find out.
I whip out my 9mm and put two bullets in the crazy's head. "Where the duck am I though?"
"Holy crap, is that the RV?" I slink back in the general direction of my place, in plain sight of the RV, trying to keep a low profile.
"Aw gamnit, there's always something."