I hear the word “runner” and see my getting out of a cab in NYC. It’s late at night, and there are very few people out.
I am carry an olympic torch that is lit. There is a sound of jet engines coming out of the torch, and the fire is pink and brilliant like a flare.
As I look down the street, I see a couple of people, but they are mere skeletons. I start running down the street and as I touch them with the torch, they spring to life, and flesh covers their bodies. Their hearts beat, and they get behind me and follow me. I see an army of many building, and each person has his own little torch. Together, there is a great light building up, and you can see a glow over NYC from the ocean.
I am taken to that place out over the water to gaze back upon the eastern seaboard, and I can see other cities glowing just like NY. Washington, Philadelphia, Atlanta and Miami are illuminated.