My girlfriend and I live in a small mobile home surrounded by other similar homes. We have created a long line of flowers threaded together in remembrance of late rock star, Chris Cornell. I plan to wrap the string of flowers around our house. As I'm doing it, the wind picks up and the flowers wrap around nearby trees. Further winds cause the trees to uproot and land on our little house, completely destroying it. My girlfriend blames me and I walk away silently along the river trying to calm my bad mood.