I'm at an apartment that appears to be Vera's, but it's not, it's the home of Susan B., whom I sort of dated a few years go. We're breaking up, and I've already gathered up all my stuff. I'm in the middle of the living room with all my stuff around me on the floor - and then I remember the computer (in real life, Vera has a computer of mine, and there is another one I have given her but she isn't using it yet, and I want the first one back). I'm conflicted; I don't really want to give her the computer, but I also don't really want the hassle of exchanging it. Also I don't really want to come back later for it, I just want to go.

Susan and I start talking about it, and it reminds me fondly of some experience we shared. It makes me cry a little, but there's not a question, I'm breaking up with Susan, because I'm with Vera now.