My wife Cindy was in the home office doing some bookkeeping when I returned back from my afternoon motorcycle ride. When I walked into the office to see her, the first thing I said to her was: “You’re walking through the basement door and up the basement stairs” staring back at me somewhat confused she said: “ I locked myself out of the house and had to come up through the basement to get back in” I have no clue why I said that, or why the imagery filled my mind when I saw her. - gjg