I was in an art class taught by Kelly. Nate was in it, strangely. I’m not sure what I was making in it, but Kelly turned on this “sun room” that was like a big garage sized furnace, that had insulated doors. On the other side of it, we’d use the heat that came through.
The garage doors were flakey, and opened up a bit. I was wearing a protective suit, but as I was running away, some of the light from the room made contact with my head, knocking me down and giving me a headache.
I got up, and tried shaking it off as kelly made sure I was okay, and then headoed up a hill covered in snow, and slid on some glass sculptures. Then I jupmed off the hill and started rolling in the snoww, nate started after me.