A two-year-old is in Walt Disney World, but has become disenchanted. She leaves the park, takes the courtesy tram back to the car, and gets in. She drives up to Lake Buena Vista, and turns right at Crossroads, across lanes of fast-moving traffic. She then turns into the Shell garage, but only has 50 cents, and cannot afford to buy anything. Eventually, the shop assistant seizes her, and deposits her at the next-door school.
I am in a large hall, with hundreds of other people, and Michael Flatley. We are trying to do the Riverdance, but failing miserably, in a Generation Game style.