I'm with A. He has visitors and pours red wine for his two guests. One of the men bends down and deliberately spills his red wine on the beautiful carpet. The carpet used to belong to my mother and now it's mine. I go into the kitchen and get a small plastic bowl and a sponge to wipe up the stain. A. shows me pictures of himself and his father. I think they're a bit ordinary. His father calls and says something about a worm, a poisonous snake. It probably came out of the bushes by our car parks. I'm in another town looking for two little men with strange hairstyles. Their hair has been shaved off around the middle. The men give me an animated film with music. The film is very modern and new. I thank them because I know that something like this does not yet exist.