I was about two blocks away from the Fifth Street House. I went into a house where I was thinking of living. I thought my mother lived there, but I was unsure. I walked upstairs, looking for her room. When I reached the top of the stairs, straight ahead I saw an open door to a room with a bed. An attractive woman was seated on the bed. It looked as if she had red hair and was about my age. She seemed mature, but she hadn't aged too much. She smiled at me.