I'm walking through some dark streets that seem familiar. I need to buy something from a newspaper stand, and I remember seeing one nearby. I get to the spot and it isn't there anymore, though it's clear it used to be there. I'm about to leave when a shady guy stops me, demanding I hand him my stuff or else he'd stab me. He was holding something in his hands, though I couldn't see if he really had a knife or anything like that. Strangely, I wasn't worried - rather, I was just bummed about being robbed. "What do you want, money?" I asked. "No. Give me your cellphone." Aw, man... that was worse than giving money. I try to win some time to check if he really has a knife and try to run away.