I'm in Nelson, going to visit (??), a large, Victorian property just off Baker Street, their doing renovations to it, it wraps the corner of the building, beautiful inside, and I'm thinking that it must have cost a fortune...
...a couple of friends approach me, (I don't know them), they offer me some "tobacco", I decline, and they laugh and assure me it's just "English Tobacco", burned cigarette ends...
...the building they're renovating, the doors are under scaffolding, they're gutting the upper levels, I duck through into the entryway and I'm hit by falling lumber, not too hard, and I'm a bit annoyed and when the construction workers pop their head around the corner I tell them that back in Alberta this would never happen...
and the one responsible, tall, long hair and a black and white painted face, I know him somehow, mutters under his breath that in Alberta we have "the restaurant" and I know what he means...somebody approaches, whoever I was coming to meet, is going to fire him, but I grab him by the arm and pull him back into the house ... "I might need him" I tell him, might be getting a job myself when I move here...