I left the dorm, which was not functioning properly, and eventually met my parents at the airport. We were on the corner of a platform with a fairly steep escalator leading up to it. The building was very tall, with more open space than I would expect in an airport, and plenty of light streaming in through the windows. It almost (but not quite) reminds me of an airport I saw either
- when I was very young, or
- in a movie.
Home was nice. I watched movies with old friends. It was somebody's birthday, so we went to a fancy restaurant at the mall for the festivities. Something was amiss: conspiracies everywhere. The dancer from from Legend of Mana was there, looking for her brother, who was off shoplifting somewhere.
Everything fell apart. People arguing with each other. Tables upended. Everyone left. And I was all alone in a dark room littered with decorations.