A friend and I are on a quest of some sort. We break into someone's home, look around for evidence of something. I don't know what. In one room there is a bag packed with clothes. Someone preparing to leave for a trip. We continue out into the back where there is a large pool. A young girl, apparently in her early adolescence, is swimming in the pool. We watch her swim closer and I sit down at a table. She joins me, sitting across from where I am. Her voice is very young, squeeky and cute, but up close and in the harsh light of day I can see she is older, perhaps in her late twenties or even early thirties, but she is maintaining this facade of youthfulness. As I listen to her babble on I realize that it is her bag in the other room, that she is planning on running away from her fame (she is a child star of some sort who has outgrown her adorableness) in hopes of returning as a slightly older version of her child star self, able to milk the public's "loss of their little girl" for a few more minutes in the spotlight.