I am on a dreary beach-side town. The waves are rolling in and man are they some big monster waves. People are after me and I want to jett. I am Pat Riley of the Miami Heat and I have got to find a way out of this town or prison. The town is composed of corridors which all lead to white-tile unisex bathrooms with green stalls. I give my faceless pursuers the slip and now I am on a sleek black helicoper that's zipping past the town and into the beyond. But something is wrong. I'm back in the town and still trying to give the pursuers the slip. Will I ever escape this town? I wake up to an enormous headache.