You park your car on the outskirts of a stadium. The big game is soon; in the distance, you can hear a faint rendition of "Take me Out to the Ballgame." You start walking towards the stadium. It's only a few minutes. Ten, maybe twenty. The stadium doesn't seem to be getting closer. Take me Out to the Ballgame has looped a few times now, shifting up in key with each repeat. You look around and realize there's nobody else here. Some folks might assume you were the last to arrive, but the game hasn't started yet. Shouldn't there be other people still coming in? Take me Out to the Ballgame starts over, playing faintly in the distance. For the first time, you realize it's not coming from the stadium. It's just sort of… faint, from every direction. You decide that maybe you should get back to your car. Perhaps you'll find a spot closer to the stadium. But as you start walking back, you realize you have no idea where you parked. The cars continue, infinitely. Upon turning your attention to one, you notice for the first time there are no license plate numbers on any of the vehicles here. There is one decal you can see; a stick-figure family, standing in the rear window. They are definitely not human. You start searching for a way out. You see no trees, no buildings besides the stadium. Just an infinite plain of gravel and cars with no markings. You are alone. You are in The Lot. You are in danger.
