In the house, in the city, but the upstairs has changed radically, floorboards replaced with cushions and tiles. Some people are preparing for a trip. Michelle is one, another resembles Alex, but through the melted glass his face is obscured. Also, he wears a hat. Michelle is looking for Chris, he is nowhere to be seen. He was around earlier but left, dressed in a long beige overcoat, the stereotypical look of a private dick. I try to assist the search for the unexplained trip, but am prevented from doing so by boxes cluttering the stairway.
Random bits of construction and destruction...assorted shorter and shorter fiction lets call it. Mainly from being asleep.