It is the middle of the night. I live in another house, with a large elevated outdoor area on some kind of balcony. My family is here, as are two sisters who are staying here for a while. There is some light nearby, and we are all sitting on chairs, apparently waiting for something. The girls would leave soon, it seems, though we didn't even know why they were here, anyway. We are talking, but things are a little awkward. The girls mention they have two other sisters, and that the two are twins. They refer to them repeatedly as "The Twins", and me and my brother find that amusing. We tell them how it makes them sound like characters, rather than real people, and how we'd heard of characters on a book or movie who were referred to in that way. Both seem annoyed by our comparison, and perhaps even insulted. I'm confused to why they would bother so much.

Later, my mother and I have gone to a highly urbanized area of the city. It is daytime. The buildings here are huge, old and dirty, and there's all kind of shady dangerous people, as well as bums and others. We head to a store that sells anime and collectables. Suddenly, it's actually my brother. I'm looking at beautiful "diary cover" themed on the Death Note anime. I decide to buy it, as well as a plush toy. The saleswoman mentions a Death Note book and I decide I'd take it too. In fact, my brother seems to have rushed the decision, though in the end I was the one paying. I double-checked the book to see if it wasn't one I already had. The entire purchase was around R$175,00, and moments after it I started to regret it, as I didn't really have that money.

My brother and I leave, and we keep walking through dangerous, weird streets. We start to cross paths with strange people. Some were deformed, some were dirty, some wore strange ragged clothes, and all eyed us angrily. We had to get out of here, but we were heading somewhere specific, where we'd have to pass through this place. After meeting several strange people, we finally enter a poor-looking shed, where a woman welcomes us. It turns out this was a poor area of town, and this was a makeshift hospital for those people. That was the place we wanted to go to all along. We also found out that the people weren't bad or evil - we met several of them again - but they thought that as outsiders we would mean harm to them, or to the already understaffed hospital. When they found out we meant no harm, everyone was very nice and welcoming.