I'm in our apartment. White grapes are growing in front of the shelves. I am thrilled. There are pots everywhere that I haven't watered for a long time and yet plants are growing. I fill a glass water bottle and start watering the plants. It would be easier with the watering can, but I keep going back and forth. Suddenly there is a party. A man is talking to me. We seem to have met once before at a film festival. I ask if he is also a composer. He says he's making a movie now and goes to my studio. I follow him. One of my daughters is there and keeps talking. I say I don't have time now and hope I'm not being too dismissive. The man dances his movie and I start improvising on a piano. The keys are partially covered and I play a boring arpeggio with the root notes as the bass. It fits and I hope he likes it and I'll do the soundtrack. I go back into the living room. C. has removed the vines with the grapes and all the other plants. I'm terribly disappointed and ask why she did it. H. is there to pick up his daughter. I get ready to meet A. and don't want to tell H.