We're sitting by a fire, outside the kitchen at mom's. I somehow see a video - as if we are passing around a stack of photos - of some celebration at Natasha's workplace, apparently just before Christmas or something. All her fellow employees are piled high in a cart like circus toys. The somebody on top falls through all the way to the bottom, through the bodies, which move to the side. It looks like a fun game. I ask her why she didn't mention this party.

I get up, apparently to get ready for work. Mom mentions that if I get any sun at all, I get sunburned. I ask her if I am sunburned right now, and as if to answer, she holds a burning log from the fire toward my face, so I can feel the heat, and see if it stings my sunburn. I don't feel anything, and we drop the burning log accidentally on Natasha's lap, all along her thigh. She doesn't respond, even though there is visible charring on her leg, and we jump to put the hot log back in the fire.