New York again

Zack and I driving through New York City streets, everything gray and a little sleazy in a light rain. The right hand side of the windshield is obscured. We park in a lot and go inside some non-descript building to transact business of unspecified nature. When we return we find that the car has been stolen. I ask Zack if he left his window open and he admits that he did. Anxiety anxiety anxiety.