I live in a large Victorian house in a residential neighborhood, apparently with Natasha. We're looking out the windows at the rear of the house, for some fireworks or lightning. I tell Natasha I'm going outside to watch from there, but actually I'm going to sneakily smoke a cigarette. I sit on the curb and smoke, and miss all the action.

Then a girl comes by, who has apparently moved in to a house nearby. She isn't terribly pretty, but I introduce myself and we end up kissing briefly but passionately. As I get up to go back in the house, I ask her name - "Sheila", she says, and I try to commit it to memory for next time I see her.