I'm at home, as if waking up in the morning. It seems I'm just getting out of bed, but in a larger room, perhaps our kitchen. Vera's daughter Victoria is dressed for school, wearing an outfit that is dominantly pastels (unusual for her; in life she wears a lot of black). About a third of it white, with large parts pink and yellow. She asks me what I think of it, and I say that the pink and yellow kind of clash with each other, but they all kind of go together because of the pastels, so the clashing works, kind of makes it more interesting. Yeah, she says, that's what her mom said too.