It’s late at night. S. and I leave and head for home. I’m on a push bike, he has a motorcycle. We get on the highway, which curves right and then splits into two separate highways heading the same direction. He takes the entrance on the right leading to an elevated highway, and I take the one on the left, which goes into a tunnel. We wave and say we’ll meet at home in a few minutes. But when I turn in I see that my tunnel is completely blocked with stacks of emergency vehicles and cars and whatever else totally blocking the entire entrance, just completely stacked like toys. It’s obviously going to be a while. So I start chit-chatting with the few other people also waiting at the entrance.