I'm walking up a hill, as though out at my parents', down on the hill where the Rassmussens used to live, walking toward Hoot's corner. I'm with J. Payne and some other people from my work, who are having a picture taken just on the side of the hill. But my muscles aren't working, I can't just barely drag myself forward, grabbing the ground with my hands and trying to pull, but it's just like I'm paralyzed.