I am hanging out with Elaine who is really into a new reality show in which a woman who is torn between two people who want to marry her.  The two men then compete for her hand by shopping for her in a large department store.  They are given a certain amount of money in each department with which to buy her things and then she chooses which pile of stuff is closest to her personal preferences.  By the end of the show, the man who does the gets a “yes” while the other does not.  Elaine even has a special car from the show.  One day, as we are walking back from lunch, she sees someone driving away in her special car.  She says, “Is that Joe?”  I am confused at first and then ask her to wait until we get inside where she can see whether Joe is there or not.  (Apparently he works in the same building, for the same company, but in a different department.)  She is insistent, saying she knows it was Joe, but I am adamant that she at least wait to see.  She refuses and calls the police as I rush into the building and desperately start searching for Joe.  I ask a few people who are confused by my urgency.  Then I find him and ask him where he’s been, what he’s been doing.  He explains and I realize that he has an alibi for when the car was driving off.  But the police are there, with lights flashing, ready to arrest Joe.  Before I can talk with anyone, an officer is handcuffing Joe and taking him out of the building.  I rush to follow and see Elaine, standing in a foyer, watching everything through a window.  I go over to her and point at her then press my finger into her chest, digging my nail into her flesh, threatening her.  “You should go to hell.  You deserve it. I will do everything I can to make your life a living hell before you go there.”