I'm leaving this house, along with some friends (B. and someone else, apparently). We're walking in this cobblestone-paved street that looks really nice and comfortable. Across the street is a little cafe or restaurant, and there's a table outside with people eating and talking. B. mentions something about knowing those people. I look at them and we all share a moment of recollection. We studied at the same school when we were kids, but we hadn't seen each other for years. It's a little awkward, but we talk a little. They're surprised, as I've changed a lot.