Amy, my dead siamese cat, was kidnapped and placed in a weird room. Walls stretched up eight feet, then a hot air balloon type material puffed out. I could see tree limbs through the scrim. For some reason, I think possibly Ryan wanted to see Amy. I was allowed to walk in the area around the room. It was terribly cold. I could hear her scratching. I knew if I opened the door and let her out, an alarm would sound. That would scare her and she’d hide somewhere in the room.

Aali’s uncles, about four or so, owned a construction company. They were going to visit with Margaret about doing something for the booth. I heard them talking about Rose Hill as I reassembled a hopscotch mat. I walked by the office and Margaret had blonde hair. Aali’s uncle, the oldest one and foreman of the group, has an open bottle of something in his lap.