I walk down a corridor and meet my mother-in-law at the exit. She is looking around the corner, watching a small group of people gathered outside. On the door hangs a poster showing dancers. My mother-in-law points to the dancer on the far left and says that this is her daughter - my wife, I think: and now our own daughter is a dancer. I am carrying a flight case. I plan to attach wheels to it and give it to our daughter. She will be happy about it.