I'm in a foreign city, a beautiful downtown area, with old buildings all around. I go into one, through some corridors, and I think I came there before, visiting a really beautiful church cathedral interior buried deep in the building. No, I guess this isn't the right one. I think I'm in Denmark on some business, and I never realized how awesome Denmark is. I wonder if I can rearrange my schedule to stay on a couple more days.

Then I walk up a street, and suddenly my nephews Silas and Solomon jump out dressed as ninjas and demand money. I punch them both until they start crying, and they run off. Shortly their dad Dave appears, asking me what the heck I did that for. I explain that last time they did that, I punched them until they cried, and told them that if they did that again, I would do the same. I didn't like to punch them, but I also didn't like kids dressed as ninjas demanding money.