I'm in some small town on a hillside, having lunch at a bar, on an outside fenced patio. In the corner of my eye, above the fence or through a window, I see a little ultralight helicopter rising and I think that is interesting. As it rises I see that it is lifting a full-sized military-style helicopter on a rope, but it is faltering and tipping, and within a few seconds they both come crashing down, out of view. But I know that crashing helicopters throw off a bunch of debris so I dive for cover before it all comes raining down around me.

I am at this bar for some sort of reunion with some people from high school. My flame from many years ago Jacki is there, she looks different, older of course, and she passes by without looking at me.