SenrPF

I'm in the kitchen, I'm going up to the living room, I see a broken plastic on the floor and everything is somewhat messy, I think that a stranger entered the house, I start to feel afraid, then I realize I'm lying on the floor face down, slowly rotate my body to try to put me face up, I realize that I can not move me, I have fear ...

I'm with B. Obama. It is very nice person and gives us a cupcake. Then he ask for chocolate.
Then I'm coming home with a briefcase and a guy tries to steal it, but I avoid it.
I come home through a restaurant kitchen.