I'm at my parents', as though I own it and rent rooms to Matt and Melinda. Melinda is mad, accosting me while I'm working on something in the upstairs bathroom. She's saying it's over, she's had it. "You don't do anything!" she says.

"I write the checks," I say.

"Yeah, but don't you do that when you're at work, anyway?"

"No, of course not, I do it on my own time."

She turns into Natasha's mother, and I start yelling at her about being a useless person.