I'm going on a journey with some people. We're planning to take the bus. The conversation comes up, that the train is better, but there is only like one train a day, so you have to be on their schedule. So we're getting ready to get on the bus.

We end up in a car, with Mom in the passenger seat, me in the back, and the driver is my colleague Lane. The road is extremely twisty and bumpy and Lane drives fast, which is making Mom sick. Just when she's feeling worst, the road goes into a complete loop-de-loop, simultaneous with mom barfing, which goes all over the car. We decide we need to stop immediately and clean it up, so we pull over at the next house and ask them for help.

A middle-aged woman and her thin, blond young-adult daughter live there, and they welcome us in and help us out. They have a full-sized upright piano, and the girl sits down to play a song for us, but her mom interrupts, playing a complex classical piece on two little antique-looking toy pianos that are sitting on the floor to one side.