A boisterous party crowds your old, winding, voluminous house. There are very pretty girls: girls from India, clear dark perfect skin, black hair and eyes that sparkle; they squeeze past smiling, through packed bodies into hallways and corridors out of vision. Yet there's anxiety here. A new cult of aliens has infiltrated. They look like us and are hostile to all factions. It's not possible to know if they are among us now, here, in a place which should be safe. You awaken uneasily before returning to sleep.