Working as a plumber, I drive up to an abandoned-looking home in the middle of a forest up on a cliff. I go inside and meet an old man who lives there. He owns a dog which is being nice, but I am deathly afraid of it and cannot move until the dog goes away. The owner is to old to grab the dog, but also he wouldn't even if he could because he is rude.

The dog eventually leaves, so I take my chance to bolt for the door leading to the basement. Supposedely there is a leak down there. I go into the baseement closet and find out that one of the light fixtures is leaking water. I report my finding back to the old man and how much it will cost for repairs. The old man says it is too much and yells at me to leave.