I checked into a massive hotel during a snowstorm, but there were no staff anywhere in the building. The lobby fireplace was lit, yet the air was freezing cold. Every corridor seemed to loop back into itself no matter which direction I walked. I kept hearing luggage wheels rolling behind me, but whenever I turned around the hallways were empty. Eventually I found a hotel room with the door slightly open, and inside was another version of me asleep in the bed.
I found an old arcade hidden underneath a shopping centre car park. All the machines were switched on, but instead of games they showed recordings of places I recognised from childhood. The floor was covered in shallow water that reflected the neon lights perfectly. Every time I walked past a machine, it added credits by itself. At the back of the arcade was a racing cabinet with my name already on the leaderboard, even though I had never played it before. When I sat down, the screen changed to a live view of the arcade from above, and I could see someone standing directly behind me.
I was walking through an empty train station late at night while it rained indoors from the ceiling. Every departure board only showed my name instead of destinations. I found a suitcase sitting alone on a bench, but when I opened it, it was full of moving goldfish swimming in mid-air. A voice over the tannoy said, “You missed it again,” and all the lights suddenly went out.