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We visited another city, this one more populous and with taller buildings. As we were walking around downtown, [wg], [jm], and I were drawn to a three or four-story building that seemed to be abandoned. We didn't find anything on the first floor or the second. But before we made our way to the third floor, a ceiling air conditioning vent dropped a screw, and then another. The metal cover clattered to the floor and the opening began to expand and contract rhythmically. The hole grew larger and more circular in shape. By the time it became a circle several feet in diameter, it was closing entirely and opening again, like a mouth. One of the times it opened, it was no longer a mouth but an enormous eye. We backed away toward the stairs leading down to the first floor. The eye remained open and began pouring a thick green transparent liquid from its pupil. [jm] and I ran down the stairs, but [wg] stayed behind, to observe and possibly to somehow fight the eye. The liquid pooled on the floor and cascaded down the stairs. It somehow disabled [wg] and he went rigid and fell down the stairs, striking his head on the way down. I awkwardly caught him at the bottom of the stairs and we dragged him out of the building. Outside, a large skull floated from the top floor window. A crowd gathered on the street below.
Later, [je] and I were trying to find our way back to the place we were staying in the city. We somehow ended up in a series of connected buildings, and the area seemed to be one where only very wealthy people lived. I noticed as we walked down an inclined passage that everyone around us was much older than we were. The passage led to a sort of art museum, and I decided to take some pictures as we passed through it. In one room, I waited as a middle-aged man photographed a woman and her young son, so not to get in their way. After the man took his picture, I walked around the room, taking a few pictures. The man began making comments, though not directly to me, that he wanted me to leave so that the three of them could have the place to themselves. It was a public place, however, and I ignored him. He directed the woman's son to try breaking or stealing my camera and to kick and bite me so that I would leave. The boy obeyed, and I dodged his attacks without too much trouble. I talked to the boy as I did, trying to win him over to my side so that he'd stop bothering me.
That evening, I wanted to visit a video game-themed restaurant I had heard of in the city, and I asked whether anyone else wanted to try it. No one seemed interested, so I set out walking again myself and eventually found it. I ordered a hamburger.
Later, [je] and I were trying to find our way back to the place we were staying in the city. We somehow ended up in a series of connected buildings, and the area seemed to be one where only very wealthy people lived. I noticed as we walked down an inclined passage that everyone around us was much older than we were. The passage led to a sort of art museum, and I decided to take some pictures as we passed through it. In one room, I waited as a middle-aged man photographed a woman and her young son, so not to get in their way. After the man took his picture, I walked around the room, taking a few pictures. The man began making comments, though not directly to me, that he wanted me to leave so that the three of them could have the place to themselves. It was a public place, however, and I ignored him. He directed the woman's son to try breaking or stealing my camera and to kick and bite me so that I would leave. The boy obeyed, and I dodged his attacks without too much trouble. I talked to the boy as I did, trying to win him over to my side so that he'd stop bothering me.
That evening, I wanted to visit a video game-themed restaurant I had heard of in the city, and I asked whether anyone else wanted to try it. No one seemed interested, so I set out walking again myself and eventually found it. I ordered a hamburger.