(Much later, just barely awake. Different places different routines and feeling the touch of the outer world on the backdoor leading into garden and meadows. There are mouses in the ivy covering the floor near that old barn. There's the sound the creek, less strong today. There's distant whispering, random laughter of village teenagers, hiding in the bus stop drinking and smoking and there are the echoes of stories so old it's hard to even tell whether they have really happened. Have a calm night wherever you are.)