I'm living at my old house on Garden Home Road. Two people arrive suddenly - my dad's friend J. Blake, and Tim Finn. Blake is apparently having some trouble with his business or something. He wants my help, maybe with a website or something. I have the feeling of high stress, like a lot of things going on at once, and me having to triage them and manage the situation.

Tim Finn has his face decorated with colored paint. I'm surprised he came to my house. I've met him twice but didn't expect him to remember me. He seems freaked out, but he greets me by name. I think he mentions his last album (as though it's 'the problem'), and I say yeah, I got that a few months ago and already listened to it a lot of times. It has an orange cover, I with a full-body photo of Tim in the middle. Yeah, that's the one.