In England, walking around, through some industrial place. I help some big black guy dig in a dirt thing, it collapses and buries him. Other people arrive and try to find him. We give up and I go to fly my P51. I go back to my hotel and then to try to find where I put it. I go to a storage place but it’s just junk there. I root around in the back corner and find a paper with the location of the key.
My exciting life, this place