We were in Newton, at the first aid tent with Eric's aunt, (not) passing out bananas and water at Mile 18. They closed the stations down and dispersed the personnel. They wouldn't let anyone into the city, so Eric's aunt took us to my folks' house and I notified my boss et. al. that I wouldn't be at work tomorrow.
All we have right now are the (now rather smelly) clothes on our backs.
I just want to go to work, then home.
Or maybe just home. I want my apartment back. Also my city.