Siamese nemeses, conjoined at the back, can't look each other in the eye, for each broke one of two parallel mirrors behind the other's back and neither has an alibi. They thrash about and scream in perpetual conflict and wrestle like attached little boys. None in the house can sleep amidst the chaotic, incessant noise. A man with no arms in the room below gets out of bed, fatigued. Noticing a light shining through the cracks in the wall, he peers through intrigued, and sees an old maid in the quarters adjacent, quietly knitting alone. Scores of scarves are scattered about the room, gifts never given to children unknown.
Stairs creak like a belabored moan when the lobotomy victim descends. He goes to the washroom and turns around to climb again (the back and forth journey never ends) and drifts past his mother, who gently touches him from behind on the shoulder. Through chattering teeth she says, "I do believe the nights are getting colder."
A little girl wanders through the house as if lost, no wiser than the others. She knocks on each door, calling out hopelessly in search of her brothers. Finally, she finds one lying face down. Upon him was placed a dried-up rose. The child turns her hero's head to face her, only to find worms crawling out his nose. She screams into the night at the sight of these lifeless, vacant eyes; and turns around to find a teenage boy with hands of unusual size. She strikes his stomach ferociously, repeatedly screaming, "Why did you do it?" The boy only laughs, spraying phlegm and drool. She cries, "you'll pay; I'll see to it!"
The dreamer awakens with a jolt and shudders as he sits up beneath a tree, sees a young woman in the shadows nearby and pleads, "Won't you come hold me? I've seen terrible things," he said, then realized it was not a girl at all, but an abandoned pile of rags. A cold rain began to fall...