I find myself in a kitchen. The room is narrow and elongated. A table is folded out on its long side. I move it around the room. It’s a doctor’s office that is supposed to be used now. Do I still have time to take a shower? I throw half an orange peel out of the window to a drain. It stays there. An elderly couple walk past and look at me reproachfully. I shouldn't have thrown the peel out. Later, I go outside and pick it up. People look at me. I take the peel back into the kitchen. There are small insects on the peel. I throw it in the bin. A man is creating perfumes. In a room at a table. I ask if he has already made a perfume with liquorice. I can't think of the word in French. I say with "horse blood". Or with dark chocolate. He works at a small, simple table and doesn't need any sophisticated equipment.