Amsterdam

She is holding a map: AMSTERDAM. She is surrounded by five friends and they walk down the sidewalk. Every other shop offers sex, hash, or a combination of the two. She looks down at the map to find a landmark and when she looks back up one friend has crossed the street and taken down the HELP WANTED sign in a cafe. The rest cross the street but halfway across another friend is hit by a bus. The doors open and the four remaining get on. There are three dark figures sitting in the back, their faces indistinguishable.

In an instant it is a summers's night, the sun is setting, their bus seats are chairs in a restaurant. As they eat their food each friend peels away from the table to join a party of customers just leaving. She sits alone. The waiter comes to deliver the check but it is not the waiter, it is a dark figure from the bus. He turns the table over and throws the chairs aside. The customers calmly enjoy their meals, unaware of the violence around them. She turns to run but is confronted by another dark figure and he pushes her to the ground. The three creatures tower over her.

She opens her purse and dumps out the contents but all she has are maps of Amsterdam, dozens of them. She reaches into her pockets and feels cash but when she turns them inside out coffee grounds start spilling out. The flow does not stop. Her stomach turns and a surge of grounds explodes from her mouth like a never-ending handkerchief being pulled out by a magician. When the grounds stop she looks up. She thinks she sees her five friends at a table in the distance. But before she can be sure, before she can call for help, she is hit in the face with a gun.