I dream that I’m going home from school with two friends. They’re not familiar with my town, I lead them through alleys and courtyards on a special secret route. We end up at our mountain house, where Gran is apparently living with her boyfriend. I was planning to climb the gutter, hop on the next rooftop and go on from there, but there’s too many people watching from their windows, and I grow too self-conscious.

Maybe we can just take the bus to town, I say. Or a train, one of my friends suggests. I tell her no train stops at this village. We walk around a little, trying to figure out what to do, we take a turn and we’re in town again; if I only knew it was this simple!

Confident I can find my way now, I lead my friends down another alley, but it’s a dead end. There’s a house with a big garden and a few dogs barking. Their owner is collecting the mail, I ask for directions and she invites us all in, but she scoffs at our problems. Her daughter arrives, finally points us in the right direction. She’s Scarlett Johansson.