At a graduation party. Heather’s here, all glammed up, having a typically wild time. I keep trying to make my way over, but have a series of engaging encounters myself, lose sight of her, and don’t finally catch up until pretty late. She embraces me, says she’s on her way to another party and invites me along. I jump at the chance and follow her to a waiting limo, engine running, a couple of sketchy characters already inside. As she slides in and beckons I all of a sudden have a “room for one more” moment – as much as I love seeing Heather again I know full well that she’s been dead for a couple of years, and therefore this car can’t be anything but a vehicle to the other world. Come on, she urges, and I can’t help but join her. I know better than to eat the food they offer on the way, but what about the cocaine and marijuana?