I'm with a woman who looks like T. or R. We come from a theatre and take a train to Berlin. The train is full of people. I offer to take the woman's suitcase and pull my things out of the luggage net, leaving nothing behind as I haven't unpacked anything. Then I take the two suitcases that are on the side next to the seats. The train is still travelling, we must be going to the next stop. The woman rolls my shirt up by the sleeve and pushes a hair tie down under my wrist. That's how you wear it. I've never worn it like this before. She explains to me how it works, meaning that we were together, but now back here, she returns to her husband. We must have been lovers. She looks at me and says something like quiet people like me are the deepest and wonders if she has made a mistake, meaning if she has fallen in love with me. I wonder if that's what I wanted, to be with her for longer. I arrive home and it's dark in the room. I have a small iPhone in my hand. I wonder if it's better than my old one. I hold it under a lamp. It's an iPhone 12 with a word behind it, which probably means mini.