No, no, that's not how it happened...

There is a boat and we are clipping along at tremendous speed. The water is blue and green and crystal clear like the water off the east coast of mexico. The captain points out as we go under a bower of ivy that this was where my baby girl fell off the boat, and they tried to save her but she drowned. I picture her scared in the water as she drowned and think "no that's not how it happened..." The boat drops me off in a lofty cabin on a mountain. I am alone there for a long time and it's nice. Peaceful. Then I see people coming up the hill and I remember that everything is a mess and I need to clean it all up. I start dragging piles together as fast as I can.