When I arrived at the church I parked in a field on the opposite side of the street and crossed over to the church. A girl working in front of the church seemed to be picking up leaves or paper from the ground. I went straight to the front door without speaking to her and stuck the key in the door as if I owned the place. I turned the key, opened the door and walked in.

Inside, the ceilings were about six or seven meters high and the dimensions of the room were about ten by fifteen meters. The atmosphere was chilly; it was rather dark but not dismal. I felt tired, walked to the front and sat down in one of the pews. A table with white cloth was in front of the pews.

I must have fallen asleep and came to with a start. I looked out the window and saw it was snowing. I walked back out and crossed the street toward my van. It looked as if about a half centimeter of snow had fallen. I tried to slide on the pavement to see if it was slick, but there wasn't enough snow to slide on.

I realized the church and the lot on which my van was parked were located atop a hill. The road also came to a sharp curve here; I thought the curve might make it difficult for me to maneuver my van out of the lot.

At least my van was parked facing the road, so I didn't have to turn the unwieldy thing around. I managed to pull out and headed down the road. I couldn't remember exactly how I had arrived there. But the road began to resemble state route #73 in Scioto County, Ohio.

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