I am in Finland. A man goes to a political event and sits down even though he's not part of it. Two women come into my flat. One of them has cake on her sleeve. We get on well. I get ready for the journey home. The others are going to do some sport. I'm sitting with my psychologist. I can't think of anything. I must have fallen asleep for a moment. C. found it embarrassing when I took a deep breath. I don't know what to say. It's been like this for a few therapy sessions now. Is it the end of the therapy?