I'm in a room where I'm staying with my brother Steve. I pull a bottle of clear liquid out of a cooler, and offer him some vodka. He declines, and then I notice it isn't vodka anyway, it's dishwashing liquid.

I don't want to be there, I'm supposed to be in another room, where a dozen or so people are sitting on the floor watching TV, because it's my last chance to be with this girl Gunjan that I met in India.