I'm at the beach, like the Oregon coast; it's overcast and chilly, and everyone is wearing jackets. A helicopter flies over, very low and close, and I see that it's headed toward a small figure, collapsed on the sand in the shallow water, like a small person in trouble. Then I remember the child I was watching, who doesn't seem like my daughter Amber, but apparently it is that child in the water, and I was distracted and forgot to keep an eye on the child.