I'm in my truck, but in the back seat. Mom is driving, and we are down at the bottom of Bell Road, where it used to intersect with highway 99, but the connection was eliminated many years ago. The road is about 10 feet up from where we are in the truck, and there is a steep muddy embankment going from here to there. I think there's another way, but this is a shortcut.

I tell mom not to go that way, even though the truck could do it, but Amber (the baby) isn't buckled in, so it could be dangerous if something went wrong. Mom ignores my request, and charges up the bank. It's too steep, and the truck rolls over backward. I don't recall the actual roll, but I do remember looking at the back of the truck to see if it is damaged, and it isn't really.

Later that night I'm at a party, and mom is there too. I'm very angry about her doing that with Amber, and I'm yelling at her, saying that she can't drive my truck any more and she can't hold Amber any more and I just don't trust her.

Then a policeman comes in, a smallish, youngish man, looking for me. Apparently I disappeared for some period of time between the truck crash and the party, and somebody reported me missing. It isn't clear to me whether there is some issue now, obviously I'm not missing any more, is there a crime here?