I'm in a neighborhood that looks like my old place on Miles Court. I'm just leaving for somewhere, but someone I am with has to pee first, so she sneaks off into the bushes, and then I think, yeah I should go too, so I try to find a place. I go past these bushes but I look up and there is a woman in a high window, looks like she's working at a computer, but I'm in full view.

Then I awaken sometime later, in a passenger van, with several relatives. I think I'm visiting them for a vacation, and this is my last day. But I've been unconscious or something, the last few hours are missing. I check my watch, but my wrist is bare. "What time is it?", I ask, "What happened?"

The person in the seat in front of me, one of my distant relatives, says "here, I'll tell you what..." and hands me a watch. I check the time, it's around 2pm, so I'm glad that I still have time to do something that I wanted to do today. But what happened? Nobody will exactly say, but I have the impression that I hit my head and went to the hospital. I run my hands over my scalp, feeling for an injury, but don't find anything.