1. Stephen V. is talking with some other guy in my downstairs sun room, and I'm with a boy near the downstairs bathroom. The boy has a really bad bloody nose, and he's standing outside the closed bathroom door, holding toilet paper to his nose (blood is gushing out). I call Stephen over to help.
2. Some lady gives me a paper with important info on it. Later on, I'm hanging out with Haven, and I realize I've lost the paper–but I don't seem to be worried too much. I think it was supposed to be in the inner pocket of my jacket (the purple one?) but it's not anymore. We're talking with each other and loosely holding hands while walking away to go to some nearby event (lots of people up ahead, looks like a big party/festival/food fair/or something like that). It's a very vivid day outside, and we're walking on bright green grass with a sky blue sky above us.
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