He wants me back

I had driven home from some pirg thing that was going on in NY. I had planned to take care of Peter, work a bit, and head back. Peter and I went to McDonalds and I bought him food, and insulted the guy at the window for smoking. On the way back, I realized that it was 11, and I needed to be in NY by 12, and got worried. Deciding not to take a shower, I just sped like crazy. Speed-walking back from the car there was a girl next to me who was humming and singing I Want You Back, by the Jackson 5. I commented on this and told her how I’d be listening to them quite a bit on my way to NY. She smiled at me and asked where I was going, which after much thought, I couldn’t remember. She mentioned afew towns, none familiar, and then got caught up in another crowd concerned with a tick. She keeled over and died as a huge bug came flying out of the grass.