I'm sitting on the edge of a bed, in an empty white room that is apparently my bedroom, but looks nothing like my bedroom in real life.I pick up a dusty guitar from the corner behind the bed and start to play it, barely noticing that the body is all smashed and broken away.

Some friend is there with me, and I mention to him that if he wants to play this guitar, he'd better play it soon, because it is going back to its rightful owner. I hand it to him to play, and then notice how broken it is. The body is completely gone, to where it's just a cube where the bridge and strings attach. Behind the bed, the wood shell of the guitar is in strips, and sort of rolled up like someone was trying to organize it. I think the housekeepers broke it.

(I have a guitar that belongs to a friend who owes me money... he recently called to settle up; I owe him a return call. I also hired housekeepers the last few months, but the only thing they've ever broken is a light in the kitchen, and I think that was actually Mark's fault.)