I'm inside a party that seems fun. Everybody is having a great time but it isn't easy for me. They look at me weirdly whenever I don't receive a bottle of beer or when I get angry if someone starts smoking next to me. I enter a huge room that has the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen. They look expensive. They are expensive. I glance at my watch. It's 3 a.m. No worries, I am not underage now. I got missed calls. I turn my cellphone off. I see a rug that has some stains on it. I get confused. I open another room's door, it's all black and white. The interior designer must have been a very talented person. Somebody touches my arm. His hands are cold. It's Thomas. He tells me not to worry. I think he's joking so I laugh. Someone's been murdered, he says. He was scared. I faint.
