I am with N. Something has gone wrong because of my daughter. We fear that the films we were supposed to make next year will be cancelled. I walk around an apartment. A man is hiding under a sofa. He touched my daughter and frightened her. I keep walking in circles through the apartment, and when I pass the sofa again, the man is gone. I open the door to the bathroom, and the man comes toward me. He has short white hair and looks like my former therapist.