I was on this island with no name. A mountainous island it was, with jagged rocks jutting from all sides, making tremendous sounds as they crashed into the sea. I was on my way to a rather dark and eerie looking castle whick rested atop the island. As luck would have it, my car breaks down on the way.
I managed to pull into an old video store, where people were running about stealing whatever video they could get their hands on. In the middle of the tumult, I ran into an old friend named Matt that offered to sell me his white Camaro for a small price. I quickly accepted the offer and ran outside to resume my journey.
Just then, I heard a loud crashing sound and looked around to see what had caused it. The castle I was trying to get to crumbled into the sea. Apparently the castle was holding the entire island together, as the very ground shook and split apart underneath me.
I heard a soft voice call my name while I frantically searched for the keys I just dropped. There was my friend Catherine, standing behind me in a Catholic schoolgirl oufit, very pretty and completely innocent. She seemed undisturbed by the chaos around her. I ran over to her, kissed her, and told her I loved her and always had. Then I ran back to the Camaro and drove away like a mad man, never losing sight of her in the rearview mirror, as the world toppled down around me.
