I'm on the street with H. An estate agent's car is parked there. It projects a text onto my eye as an advert. I think I should ask him to sell my mother's flat. Then I'm on a hopeless escape. With a woman. I.? We have to go no. We have to get past A. too. I wait behind a wall, holding my mother's set of keys in my hands. It's like bent rings. I'm afraid they might break. We have to leave now so we can escape.