I think there's a party at my parents' house, out in the area to the east of the kitchen, but I don't remember people being there. Maybe we're just getting ready for a party. I'm doing something with the electronics; a large battery needs to be changed. I take it into the kitchen and set it on the counter, but then I put the wrong battery. I think it might work anyway, but it starts melting and almost coming alive. The unit is ruined.

I go back outside. The only person there is my childhood foster-brother Trevor. He is naked and acting strangely, jumping around and talking to himself.