I am with R. in a rectangular room with a large window. It is grey and full of stuff, with boxes and papers lying everywhere. We are tidying up. In an envelope, we find a bundle of banknotes. As I take out the money, a policeman stands in front of me and confiscates it immediately. I find another envelope and hide it from the policeman. Later, I am standing in the office of a production company. Children are playing there. What am I doing here? I had tidied everything up, but now I feel out of place, as if I don't belong here. A child stands up and says she's going to a big tree. Am I waiting here for my daughter? Finally, I leave too. Outside, I meet T. Although it's a beautiful day, she asks if the end of the world is coming. I walk on and get into a car with my brother. In front of us is a woman. She is so unhappy that the police took the money. My brother hands me an envelope. Inside are fresh dollar bills and other banknotes that look like counterfeit money. He tells me to give them to the woman. I get out, go to the woman and hand her the money. She has a fever, but seems relieved, even though she's not sure if all the money is fake.