The Door Dream.

Me and Nick are in a brick alley between two row houses. It's impoverished, to be frank. And there is a large wooden door. We open it, and happen upon a disgusting, filthy living room, with old 60s-style furniture thrown around all over the place. There is a lighted stairway in one corner. Nick yells to see if anybody lives there. No response. So, we do our job and we rip the door from it's hinges and completely destroy the doorway. He yells again, and here comes an elderly African-American lady, yelling back, coming down the stairs. She's upset that we destroyed her door. But we leave anyway.