12 November 1999 I'm in a room. It is quite a large room, without windows.
Sandwiches wait on plates, a large fridge huddles in a corner, contents unknown.
It would be serene, in a prison-like way, were it not for an elf leaping about first this way then that between two chairs, the sandwiches table and the door, which he now locks from the inside. There is no one else here. I accept, and he grabs one for himself too. In a bound he's leaped past me to the sandwiches table again. He rummages about, sending sandwiches fleeing in every direction.