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Myself, Kay Emm and our baby son are back at our old flat. Having not lived there for over a year we still have plenty sets of keys and have just stayed there overnight. I am anxious to leave before the new owner returns, flying into a panic when I spot her driving into the rear car park. I greet her at the front door and make some (implausible and garbled) speech in an attempt to explain why we still possess keys. She (thankfully) seems to be quite okay with this explanation and, when pressed, does not seem at all annoyed by the hidden 'quirks' we left behind (without obviously telling her about them). We go into the larger of the back bedrooms which, this being the dreamescape, feels more like the front lounge of my childhood home, being spacious with a big bright window. The one exception is in here, a thick 'seam' of green moss that runs along the centre of the floor and rises, curving up like a sharp, thin skate ramp, a few feet. I'm taken aback by this and am shocked when the owner suggests (by simply letting my imagination do the rest) that she's not going to do anything about it... but that, cue raised eyebrow, her lawyer is-

We are trying to leave when an old neighbour, seen leering in at us from outside, is keen to talk (and therefore likely accost) us-