He takes a Chance and reads:
Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Clank. Each gate locks behind them, one by one, as they go through security. They get stamped. Then they go back and forth through these gates, like a wave, and their pace speeds up. They scurry quickly, like a video on fast-forward or animated rodents in a Disney cartoon. Their chipmunk voices are hard to decipher. The one at the end of the line misses the last gate, and he is asked to go back inside, but not before having the stamp reapplied. He goes back in, alone, wondering if anyone is coming. He is I. I am he. I see a group approaching, but they don’t appear friendly…
And I wake up in the nick of time!