My wife and I are walking on a street in a busy town (could be a suburban-looking part of a city). It's night time and we're strolling along under an overpass. I'm feeling joyous and eating an apple. My wife turns to face me and walks backwards as we continue on our way. She seems very playful. A police cruiser pulls along side us and crawls forward, matching our speed.
I think that the officer is displeased with my wife's carefree attitude, and that he is especially upset by the fact that she's walking backwards. I shrug.
We reach a large, Victorian house where my aunt lives. My wife remains outside for a moment while I go in. I grab a couple of cans of sparkling water and go back out to an empty front lawn. My wife is gone. I look around the hedges, up and down the street, but I see her nowhere in sight.
I'm suddenly panicked, thinking she has been taken by the officer who was following us. I begin shouting her name, each time increasing in volume until I am shrieking her name.
No response.
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