Merla was driving over this bridge and I told her how I don't like it and always picture us careening over it. So she tells me she has in a dream. She was driving and the passengers were Bernie, Shipley, and some other ppl from the board but she couldn't recall who exactly. Anyway, everyone died I think. I know I lived. I wasn't in the car. And after she told me this, I was all, "WHAT!? Then who the hell do I talk to now?"