Gypsy Jean

I'm in my chidhood home, 3 tiverton, in the living room looking out up to the main road that runs parallel to our street. I think I'm with my husband he sits to my right. I notice my friend Jean travelling along the road, she's dressed like a gypsy sitting on a horse- drawn cart. I feel like i need to contact her somehow...the first time she passes she's just looking straight ahead, she passes again moments later and this time she looks down to our house as if she's thinking of me.
Again there's a feeling of I need to contact her but I cant as she has no mobile phone connection. But there's no sense of urgency.