I'm going on a day outing with some members of my family, as if going out for a hike in the wilderness. Somebody else is driving, and I'm sitting the back seat.

We're more than an hour away from home when I realize that I have to go back. I live in this small house out in a field, and Grandma Flo just moved in with me, last night. She is very old and decrepit, and we just moved her in and put her in my bed, and then I left in the morning without making any preparations for her. We didn't even bring her walker, and she can't get around without it. So when she wakes up, she won't even be able to get out of bed. We have to go back and help her.

So I get the driver to turn around, and we go back to town. On the way we pick up Steve and Rimli, from a street corner in what appears to be India. It takes them too long to get into the car, blocking traffic. Apparently they weren't going to join us because we were leaving earlier, but since we came back, they had the opportunity. They ask why we came back, and before I can answer about Grandma Flo, somebody else explains that we had to come back for some knife.