Charlie and I were out and about somewhere, and at one point, I looked over and he was talking to someone. It was Dylan Atkinson. We ended up talking for a while and leaving with promises to stay in touch. It was really quite comforting. Later on, I found myself at an apartment complex on a rainy night, having helped get a friend home safely. I had, unfortunately, not thought of how to get myself home safely. It was getting later and later. Pitch black and rainy and I was lost and alone. Not afraid, but definitely increasingly nervous. I then took out a piece of paper and a pen and began using my mad ranger skills to make a map of the area so I could at least stop ending up going in circles, and hopefully get to a place I recognized.