Traveling with my family in some non-English-speaking country. Maybe Italy. I take them to Dennys for breakfast but the place only serves hard liquor. I put them on a train to the airport without me; apparently I was living here and I need to go back to my apartment and finish packing it up so I can return to the States.
The apartment is sort of a large loft place that I was sharing with a half-dozen other studenty sorts. They've all already moved out but most of them left most of their stuff behind. My belongings seemed to consist entirely of a sleeping bag and a huge quantity of Lego blocks.
As I was on my way back to the apartment, though, I bumped into a pair of nice middle-aged American ladies. They were relieved to have crossed paths with someone who spoke English, apparently. They needed directions to a Dennys. I realized they didn't just want liquor so we'd have to find a better one; I offered to help them find one.
As we walked to the other Dennys, they began to de-age, eventually turning back into a pair of college girls by the time we got to the Dennys. They were sad to see me go-- so sad that they cried. I guess they'd really missed hearing someone speak English.