T. is a policeman now. Someone is looking for trainers for me. They are Asics. I don't really want Asics.

I'm at S.'s and have to go to the toilet. I find one in the corridor. I pull the door shut, it has an opening with two flaps. I close one of the flaps. It's made of foam. Dissolved poo floats in the toilet. Somehow it splashes into my face, then I pull up a kind of net from the toilet bowl and touch my ear with it. I bend over a shower to get a bar of soap to rub my ear with. S.'s laptop is above the washbasin. Texts on it. I click and the text disappears, I open others and try to put everything back the way it was before so that S. doesn't realise I was on her computer. I don't succeed. I see in the mirror that I have long hair again, like when I was young.