In  Mirroir  time (morning in the mirage-desert),  Jacob  and  Melissa  emerge from their  maison  of sleep, off to work. 12 hours have passed. The  monde  is upsidedown now, making it easier for spirits to steal wallets out of the pockets of the unaware. Swish, wallet out, opened, drivers license slid out, ahahhahahahaha all the spirits clump around the thief and they laugh and laugh at the funny frozen picture of the living person... shsssshssssh hurry hurry someone in the ectoplasmic  nuage  whispers... which spooks the thief, who grabs the license from whoever is staring and laughing at this second, stuffs it back into the wallet upsidedown, and gently drops the wallet back into the pocket of the unwary victim, long before anyone guesses that anything is wrong.     Je ne voulais pas dire à Melissa ce qu'il m'arrivait.