~8:00 PM – While hanging fairy lights in the upstairs TV room, I noticed Mom making a “come here” motion through the mini blinds. When asked who she was waving over, she replied that the “young man” was outside and asked if I seen his fire. I looked out the window, but what she was pointing to was a reflection of lights from the front doors of the post office on a car’s side windows. There was no one outside. — For some back-story on the “young man,” I don’t know who she is talking about, but the story changes about him. At one time, he was in his twenties. At another time, he used to come over to play with my toys (I didn’t grow up here and did not have toys here – but she has called him my buddy). At yet another time, SHE grew up with him, but he was a few years younger than her, so he was a “young man.” This “young man” apparently is being harrassed, tormented or going through some kind of challenge and is… living outside… living in his car???? It’s not clear to me what this “young man’s” problem might be, but to my knowledge, there’s no “young man” that is being tormented or harrassed by anyone, which is strange considering he’s supposed to be my buddy????