I meet Tiffany, somewhere in the woods, as the party is scattering. I tell her that I've been drinking a lot less lately, then notice that I am carrying three tall glasses of surplus beer that I salvaged from the party, of a cheap yellow variety, perhaps Corona. I realize that I don't need it, saying so, and dump it in the grass.

We meet again in mom's kitchen, in a crowd. She says something about her "husband", and in response to my surprise, says something like "It's not what you think, it's a long story..." but doesn't finish it.

I go to the redroom, which was apparently my studio at some point, but it is dusty and decayed. I'm looking through the equipment, perhaps thinking of trying to make some music with it, but it is old and out of date. People are passing. Somebody has moved into the library.

I think I am looking for my room in the house.