Sixth Sense

Fully recovered from the dumpster incident, I walked back out into the street. The theater. That's what my mind kept telling me. Then I realized I had no idea where the city's theater was located. I walked across the street and down the next, there seemed to be a lot of stores, so maybe I could find someone to direct me. I walked down the street and came to a stop by a bowling alley. It definitely wasn't anything special, seemed downright sad in truth, yet it seemed to be well populated. Someone had to be nice enough to show me the theater. There was even someone standing right outside in front of the alleyway. But then I recognized him. From the flashback. The man standing there, I saw in my memory in a coffin. How could my dad be standing right here, when from what I knew he was dead.
I walked closer to him, and he turned and went further into the alley way.
"Wait, dad! Where are you going?"
I ran around the corner. He stopped and turned. I stopped dead. His eyes were blank, just solid white. I don't know how long I stood staring at... my father... when I heard a grunt from the garbage. I looked down and there was a man passed out among the plastic bags. I rushed over to his side and checked his pulse and breathing (not sure how I knew what to do, but I did). He seemed okay besides the fact he was unconscious.
"What a day for people passing out beside dumpsters eh?"
I took his arms and dragged him out of the alley. At the mouth of the alley, I remembered my father. I glanced back and he was gone without a trace. Whatever just happened didn't make much sense, but I had to help this man at my feet. I ran inside the bowling alley and borrowed their phone to call 911. After my last experience at the hospital I decided it would be best for me to disappear so I told the alley's manager to stay with the man. I asked him where I could find the theater and headed back out across the street, just as the ambulance drove up.