My mother has had a baby. I'm with her, we're taking the baby home from the hospital - we're together on a sort of trike, or bicycle with side-cart. I think the baby's name is Colleen. My stepdad has not attended the birth. He's away from home for a couple of days at a music festival. It's sinking in that this is strange and wrong, that he doesn't want to bond with her in the first couple of days, thinks he can catch up later. My mother is having a psychotic break and has got off the bicycle, is wandering all over the road, shouting and waving her arms, trying to go inside a cafe. People are cautiously surrounding her; she's perhaps going to be taken back to hospital. I am looking after the baby, who is brand new and wrapped up warmly.