I'm in the back yard of a house I don't know, with my family. My grandfather Bob and grandmother Flo (never together in my memory) are both there, and very old. Seems that people are going home.

It's rather windy, and one tree is particularly straining in the wind. I'm watching it stretch and pull, and it seems that it may fall. Suddenly it does, and I think that it has fallen on both Bob and Flo. But it seems not.

I'm going to take somebody home, I think Bob. I go out to my truck, and Brandt is in it. He tells me he doesn't have the key, but he's trying to back it out anyway. I'm a little troubled, but I tell him I have the key, and can back it out. He says no, just let him try, and then immediately smashes into the car in front of him. I go to look at it, and it is a small green Honda. The rear window is shattered.