A man goes to a gallery a friend has opened. In a changing room, a small mirror hangs on the wall. She is not there, so he leaves the gallery quickly. Outside, he waits for another friend in front of a house. The friend walks past him and hurries up the stairs. The man follows. The stairwell is neglected, the walls crumbling. He looks for flat number ten. The friend comes out of his apartment and brings a bottle to a neighbour, who says he has never felt safer in the building with him there. Finally, the friend notices the man. He approaches him and pretends to punch him. The face of a black woman appears in front of him. Tears run down her face.