I'm at my house on Garden Home Road, at night. I open the door to the garage, and notice that there are some door-sized pieces of styrofoam, that must have been used for packaging some large appliance. I should remember to throw those in the garbage. Also, right at my feet, is an old dilapidated Hoover vacuum cleaner, like from the 60's. It is all dusty like it has been in the attic for a long time. I should probably throw that away too.

I close the door and start back through the house. I'm passed by a girl named Julie from high school (who I heard got very fat since, but this was her high-school form). She starts to say something to me, and then apparently thinks better of it, and passes by with a sort of never-mind. I think she was going to suggest staying over with me, but decided to go home.

I'm heading for bed, so I go through the house to the back. The bathroom door is closed and the light is on; I think Alona is in there (who in real life is staying at my house). I go into my bedroom, and I'm surprised to see my mom in there, who is looking up through a hole into the attic. She tells me there is a man up there, but she doesn't know who it is. I talk to the man, and it turns out to be my dad.