This time we were in New York. It was sunny as we checked out of our hotel at noon. We walked. A lot. Barefoot. Just the two of us, we walked over bridges nonstop. We took off our shoes earlier and put them in a basket that I was carrying.

I was somewhere in the US. Florida, I think it was. I was sitting in some kind of tea room of a supermarket. It was nearly time to meet up with my father so I got out of my seat and through the exit. Anyways, I was walking through a parking lot towards the hotel we were staying at when my aunt and uncle came towards me from the opposite direction and asked, “where were you?”