I am with C. in a supermarket. We are sticking sheets of paper onto boxes with tape. They are crooked. Then we go to a performance. It is like it used to be. C. dances with M. A black plastic sheet is pulled up in front of the audience. When it becomes clear that people can no longer see anything, it is pulled down again slightly. I sit down on a chair, then on a slightly more comfortable armchair. Afterwards, I go to a flat where I want to be alone. C. brings three people with her. I am speechless, and at the same time I had suspected that she would do this. Now I am no longer by myself. Where will the three of them sleep? On the mattresses on the floor? I fetch a vacuum cleaner from the hallway and hand it to them. They do not know how to use it and vacuum the air instead of the floor.