I was heading to town square when I saw dancers dressed in black in a puddle of water. Their skin was covered head to toe. It was beautiful until I got closer when I realized they weren’t dancers but police officers wearing riot gear, then it was scary. The puddles were not puddles but light reflecting off the streets from the flashlights. I turned around and to run away as fast as I can. With the crowed in front of me and the police behind me I looked for safe haven. Then I found it. I sought haven among the rags and under and we smelled like sewer and filth together with the light just bright enough to see the people around me. We were in a community.