I walk into a large old house, walk down the passage and enter a room. Behind the door is a large suitcase - jammed between the wall and the open door and there is a little girl about 2 years old lying like a rag doll on top of the case - she is watching something behind me - I turn around to see a family seated on the far side of a double bed. A family of five - the father is seated on a chair in profile to me and a little girl about 4 years old is kneeling between his legs - seemingly giving him oral sex. The man looks irritated and angry - he is looking in my direction, but I think I am invisible. I don' like that angry stare, I feel like I am intruding on his privacy, like I shouldn't be there, so I move on but want to run back and stop that aweful scene. The rest of the house has similar scenes - lots of children being abused. I run from the house, past the child on the suitcase - and as I do, I see her dead eyes staring at me and I can't leave without her, I swoop her up and cradle her as I run, telling her that I will never let her be hurt again.