I was seventeen again. For some reason I was helping a girl from school move house, and was crammed into a van full of furniture and boxes. We arrived at the house, which was huge, old and had multiple entrances and immediately started carrying the boxes in.
Parts of the house were partitioned off with huge plastic sheets stretched tight over frames that acted as weird patio doors, but the plastic wasn't perfect, and gave everything a foggy look. It was where some of the walls should have been, and I kept walking into the while carrying stuff in. T that I used to work with many years ago was there, strange as he wasn't related to the girl whose house this was going to be. He hung around and directed where the boxes and furniture should go in his usual casual style.