It's a little vague now, but this one guy had shown up, and he was supposedly T.'s friend. He was a handsome, blond man in his late twenties who looked like a foreigner, and seemed like some kind of actor. He had this unreal look to himself, to which he added a 'holier-than-thou' attitude. We didn't really have a problem with T. making new friends, but apparently he did with her having friends other than himself. T. has many male friends, so it was pretty much clear the guy liked her and didn't want any other men to approach her. He would follow her around and be annoying all the time. No one liked him, and he acted kinda aggressively to others if they tried to approach T. Eventually, he seemed to trust me a little bit, though he still disliked me. We wanted to get rid of him, so I vaguely remember at some point going to the street and throwing something. The houses were somehow surrounded by rivers, instead of streets, so whatever it was we threw (a possession of his) fell into the water, and he had to jump in to get it. I also have vague memories about being in my old apartment, up the staircase and in the living room.