I'm at a large house in a common-looking neighborhood, with dominant yellows of fall. I remember the dogs running around in the fallen leaves across the street, and having to call them back into the house.

Then I'm in the house, with several other people, and we're going to watch a TV show together. I'm fast-forwarding to find the place where I left off; I find it, right between a scene with one couple, and another scene that shows what another couple is doing meanwhile. I find it odd that I would have stopped between these scenes, since it isn't the end of an episode, and it isn't quite where my friends left off, but they say that's fine, it's really close to where they were.

Then it's Monday morning, I'm leaving for work. I pass my housemate in the living room, a rather homely girl, a little overweight and with something strange about her lips. Similar to Vanessa, my dogsitter. She notices that I am carrying a magazine on the subject of dating, the cover of which shows several article titles that say "Try ..." or "Try ...". The girl says "Try me! Tonight at about 9 o'clock."

"Ok", I say. Sounds reasonable.