I was at a fast rood restaurant just outside of 270, without my car. There had been an event near there, with people I knew (who I mostly didn't know in real life, although Charles was there). They had, however, all left, and I needed to figure out a way back to my place. I got out my phone, and started calling around, leaving messages on people's machines. Eventually, I left with someone I didn't really know (calling back some of the ppl I called to tell them not to bother). While on the way there, the person briefly turned into Susan, and then after a few more changes, was some fairly attractive girl roughly my age. She took me to a mansion near N. Broadway, and said that she had used to live there. There was a strange fuzziness to the air, and I somehow knew that we were visiting an interaction to the past. The mansion was very odd -- it had corkscrew-shaped shelves that would rotate up, holding lots of stuff and making it nicely accessible. The rooms were very large, and multilayered. I asked how much the rent was. We walked from room to room, looking around. I had to use the restroom, so she took me there, but I asked her to open the bowl first, because for some technical reason, I felt that, in this projection of the past, she had to see things before I did, or something odd might happen. Unfortunately, someone hadn't flushed this toilet as much as it needed. On my second trip to the restroom, I heard her talking to someone, and she seemed to be indicating to them that she found me attractive. I presume it was a current or ex-bf though, because shortly afterwards she sounded turned on by that person.

I don't remember what happened next, but I was back in my car, heading back to the campus area, with a carful of people. I was almost out of gas. I stopped at a gas station, and started to fill it up, but, although I didn't notice how wrong it was, the gas was supposed to go into a funnel-hose in a back opening into the main part of the car. I put it in, but it kept leaking out the other end. Eventually, I noticed that it was just leaking into the body of the car, and, even though I looked around, I was unable to find where it was supposed to connect. I figured the car got some gas, so I got back in, started it up, and for a second, the gas meter looked like it was almost full, but it swiftly dropped down to almost nothing. I grumbled, and decided to take it back to the Ford mechanics.