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I was wandering in a meadow outside of Sadler's Ridge.
In the distance, I could see my grandpa, and he was talking to a little girl by the gazebo.
Was that me? Was I remembering a moment from my childhood?
Walking closer to where I heard laughing and chatting, I realized that it couldn't be me. The child looked like Dale, but she had my nose and hair.
Suddenly looking up at me, both of them smiled before my grandfather picked up the little girl and walked her through a gate attached to a white picket fence.
When grandpa turned to close the gate, they both smiled at me one last time and then disappeared before everything went black.