I'm just getting out of my car, I think my old Highlander, and I've come around to the passenger side as if to get something out of the back seat over there. Vera is there too, just getting out on the passenger side.

As I'm reaching through the open door, through bars separating the trunk from the seats, I can see Sydney in the back of the car, even though she passed away a couple of weeks ago. I tell Vera, I can see Sydney in the back of the car - and not just like I could imagine or remember that she was back there, it actually looks like she's back there, like I could even touch her.