It's day. In a garage with stairs, many people have gathered for a party. It's for a man I dimly remember. A door opens, light, more stairs. I go through the door, climb, when suddenly there beside me is Kevin. I speak to him, then again, more loudly. I raise my arm to stop him climbing, gently turn his head toward me. He doesn't see, looks through me. I want to cry.
I wake instead, recall he's dead.
