People from the group I was in didn't seem to want me to go, and none would come with. They warned me that within a few blocks I would likely be attacked by a gang. I knew I had to go.
...I was traveling down the river alone in the boat.
I saw a pitcher of water being filled up for me on a bright, sunny day. I was outside. I didn't see any person filling the pitcher.
He looked at me and said, "Can you help us? We're drunk."
...I didn't see any people.