I am gathering evidence out of a freezer and am labeling each pint of ice cream with a number so we can tell which one contains the dna of which obnoxious adolescent rich kid but the girls come back into the room, grab the containers and start eating, messing up my numbering system. When everything is over, I can only take some of the containers with me. I go outside to meet with my partner who is the actress for My Boys. She is talking about how we have to hurry to the airport because we have to get to England asap.

We are in England and met by a man who gets a car for us. Thankfully the car is driven by a computer and I explain to the guy that this is a good thing because I would never get into a car driven by my partner. She ignores my joking insult, insists she is a good driver, before asking if we can stop to buy some underwear. Although the guy tries to suggest that we are in a hurry we both insist and I explain to the guy that a girl can never have enough underwear, that I have over 100 pairs and we should stop to get some more. I then go on to say that none of my underwear are boring except for my seamless ones from Victoria's Secret which are so comfortable and feel so soft. I explain that you can hardly tell that a girl is wearing them even as you slide your hand down her back and towards the curves of her ass. My friend disagrees although she does admit that the fabric is amazingly soft and light to wear. Then she says something about how "you don't want a guy going down there when you've been eating things that make you funky" which gets me wondering what she is talking about and what foods does she think make her smell funny. Then I realize that my evidence is probably melting and perhaps we had better hurry.