Night after night, a young woman wanders through the city. She is searching for something, though she doesn't know what. Perhaps, she thinks, she can find it behind the last illuminated windows. She rings the doors and encounters people in their moments of deepest loneliness – people who only truly begin to live at night when everything outside is still and dark. "I like the night," he says, "because you can see much clearer in it than during the day. Which actually contradicts the fact that it is bright during the day." I remain silent. We look out the window and see ourselves. In the reflection, our gazes meet. Then he says, "And now I would like to go to bed, if you allow me.".