The images that appeared, looking back on the memories of different films I had seen; some are vivid, some vaguely overlapping; but all of them had a common thread stringing them together, that is the sound of my parents talking at bed time. I traveled back home only to find that they are no longer the same. The present sounds is of my mother talking with the dogs she has raised to replace her sons, who have all grown up and living away from home.