In Paris?, looking for a place to stay. Talk to someone at a desk, he has a place in a building close by that’s an art museum. It’s in the basement. Go downstairs, through a teaching space in the basement and around. There are several beds divided up, and one empty one. I say no, and walk back through the art space. Hear a rumble and shaking. Go to the window and see a shuttle taking off. Suddenly the main breaks in half, and I yell to run, cover your ears and face. The explosion shatters the window and covers us with glass and ash. Finally I go outside, the next building is half gone. Go over to try to help, get in through a side door. Go upstairs, can’t get into the main area, go back downstairs and the guard won’t let us in either.
My exciting life, this place