You dive from the boat (well really you “plop” from the boat since the water is so high it’s pretty much impossible to dive). Luckily you were champion “frog” at your Scouting camp in the summer so swimming long distances underwater...even toilet water is no big deal for you.

Despite the laws of aquatic physics and everything you ever learned in driver’s ed about how to get out of a car that is submerged in a lake (how many times did that REALLY happen during your driver’s test...really?) you know the whole thing with cracking the window to break the pressure...well back to my thought before I made this sentence utterly incoherent, even though you probably SHOULDN’T have been able to, you opened the front door with no problem. Sending a waterfall down upon the sidewalk.

You’re fine. A little shaken and soaked, but fine.

You just can’t bear to go back into your apartment and see the havoc that has been done upon your prized CYOA collection. (Please god let “SUPERCOMPUTER” be on one of the top shelves!)

You’ve got to get out of this city for a bit...maybe you’ll take a trek to see your sister in D.C. You look down at the sidewalk and see some of your pocessions scattered about. One of which is your favorite walking stick you’ve always called “THE GLADIATOR” because you are the type of annoying person that always names inanimate objects.

“Come on, Gladiator! Let’s take a walk to D.C. and dry off!”

Man...you’re really pretty sad. Do you know that?

Wait...but which way is D.C.? To your right you can see your local deli, to your left a big tree.

Which way do you turn?