I'm at my house on Garden Home Road. Lots of people around. It seems that I'm moving back in, but I never really left. It was like it was my house, but I was sharing another house with somebody, and then we aren't sharing any more, so I'm back there. Some of my stuff is still there, but it's disorganized. I can't find anything in the kitchen. Is there a dishwasher? Yes, there is.

Steve is sick, and he's lying on a cot in the back bedroom. He asks me for a thermometer. I go to the bathroom to find one, but there isn't one there. I think I saw it, just a few minutes ago, Mark used it because he is sick too, and he left it in a bowl of water. But where?

I go out to the back yard. Somebody is out there, I think my mom, preparing to build a fire in the backyard barbecue. There are four or five small rabbits around her in the yard, sneaking close to her to see if she has any food, then darting away if she makes any sudden moves. I wonder where they came from, if they always live here. They make me happy.