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I’m in Scotland (I think with Melissa, but she’s not with me in this moment). Outside, the sun is shining through the parted clouds. It is not intense at all, and the temperature is very pleasant. I’m now in a coffee shop or something similar, seated at a table with two unfamiliar men. One is closer to my age and the other is closer to middle aged, reading a paper. After just a minute or so, he asks how my weekend was. I reply and then we ask the other guy. I’m slightly cognizant that I will have an accent here but don’t think too much of it, as neither comment on it. I’m now thinking of what I’ve packed, which doesn’t seem to be much, and realize I’ve forgotten the one thing I really wanted to bring, my raincoat.