In a house in the Berkeley hills with a bunch of therapists and it feels like a ritual or seance of some kind. Julian is there. I have the feeling I don't belong there and once I make it outside I have to take a shit. I have to get rid of it. I start looking for a place to go in the greenbelt or people's yards but everywhere there is someone looking out a window or coming down the street. I cut through one of the Berkeley neighborhood paths and it leads across a rooftop under a canopy of trees. As I cross it I realize that the roof is made of stained glass and it seems dangerous to be up there. A tiny old woman approaches from the other end of the path and stops in front of me and points down thru the glass. Without saying anything she communicates that there is a young woman beneath it. Without seeing her I can tell that I want her.

Then I'm in a different neighborhood: a conflation of Berkeley and Brooklyn. I walk into a cafe and pass Jeff Goldblum on the way in.