at a woman’s house. it’s large and messy. she is really paranoid about privacy. i think she is a journalist? but also some kind of rebel figure against an authoritarian regime. we’re waiting for someone, a bald man to arrive. at some point we leave the house and her security field disables my phone’s connection. i think i try to call someone and it fails. outside is a courtyard sort of like my middle school. we come back.
