Context: But I miss those days now , when I walk by the spot of pavement where we all sat , near the window of the girl 's house , since her parents would n't let her go anywhere . I used to write novels for her . It was easy , I only had to write down what was going on in my imagination .
Question: What may happen after sitting on the pavement ?
Option 0: I would write my thoughts down .
Option 1: We would all talk together .
Option 2: We would all stay home .
Option 3: None of the above choices .
Answer: 0