I'm in my childhood home with my family. We live there secretly while the new owners are on holiday. I feel uneasy about it. What if they come back? My brother and his family are there too and that helps a little. I talk to R. and tell him that I've stopped drinking alcohol but have found a cheap wine. I search the house for my mobile phone and say to myself that if I find it before the music starts, the new owners won't come back while we're there. The front door opens and a boy comes in. He's dressed feminine, glittery.  His parents are standing outside. I say in Flemish that I'll take care of watering the plants. The parents turn round, the boy stays. Doesn't he want to go? Then he turns round and leaves the house too. I close the door. Through the window I see a van and a man unloading something. I say he can put it down but he carries it into the garden.