Y. moves a wooden kitchen table with four chairs into her room. I look out of the window and realise that our car has disappeared. I go downstairs and take the car with Y. to look for the car. I walk along a path in the mountains, get lost, can't remember whether I have to go up or down. A car with men approaches. I hide behind bushes at the side of the path, holding a Kindle in front of me to hide myself. The men drive back and forth but don't seem to notice me. I ask a woman for directions. Later, I tell her how I'm looking for the car with the car. I look at my six pack in a mirror and wipe shiny cream off my stomach. My penis is hanging out of my trousers. I talk to a woman and ask her how she's making the music for the film, whether it's classical with piano or modern and electronic. She tells me that she works with beats and electronics.