I am standing not too far, looking at a bus. There are people lined up waiting to get in. I see the first person in line ready to enter is my husband. As people are walking inside, I look towards the end of the line and I see my husband again. I run to him because I need something. I have in my mind a key but I am not 100% sure…By the time I get to the bus, everyone is inside. The bus is packed. I walk along the bus hoping to find him. I can see him at the back, his face against the window. He has his eyes closed. I shout his name twice. He can’t hear me. I hit my hands hard against the bus several times to get his attention but he still can’t hear me. I run to the front of the bus. The bus is too full. I can’t make my way up. I tell them that I need to get to my husband. He is in the back but he can’t hear me. There are not moving.
I suddenly find myself outside walking out the exit of the hotel premises (where the bus was) towards the highway. I walk along the road when I turn around and see a big tractor trailer coming towards me. It passes by. I turn back and walk up towards the hotel. I am walking now in the hall towards a room. I open the door. My son is seated on a bed. He turns to me. I tell him that is father left, gone. I ask him which hotel room is his father’s. He opens the door and points me to the room adjacent to his. The door is white and the number on it is 1. I am standing there looking at the door. (That’s all I can remember).