Dreaming about my... aggressor?

Me and Chris were jogging through New York’s Central Park and chatting in our regular gym sweatshirts. The leaves fallen off of the trees signaled it was a beautiful brown autumn and the city air was chilly against my face.

“Wasn’t it today the San Francisco Giants game?” I asked him.

“Yes, it is. And we were supposed to be at the airport by now.” He said and I looked at him with a grin slapped on my lips. “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t do it!”

We went through a yellow round portal still jogging and one step further we were both outside the San Francisco AT&T Park. People were getting in through the gates and he looked annoyed at me.

“You know I don’t like to travel like this.” He complained.

“And I know you don’t like planes either.”