I’m at a party where I don’t really know anyone but I hear that Schuyler is there so I go to look for him because a recognizable face is better than being completely alone among strangers.  I enter a bedroom suit which is lushly decorated in jewel tones—mostly a deep purple and maroon—with overstuffed furniture and drapery that gives is a surprising sensuality and intimacy.  There is a bathroom with the door ajar and the light on, giving the room a soft glow without being too well lit. I realize that this is Schuyler’s bedroom and that he isn’t there. I turn to leave and close the door behind me.  I’m now standing in what appears to be a professional kitchen, complete with a crew dressed in white busily preparing the food for the party upstairs.  I feel sorry for Sky all of a sudden because I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be living so close to so much chaos.  With all the noise and clatter just outside his bedroom door, I don’t even know how he can feel any peace, regardless of how beautifully and even sensually he has made his bedroom seem.  I feel a genuine sadness for him and decide to leave the party rather than stay any longer.