The walls swallow up any monster who happens to pass near them, the stairs grow into cliffs, the kitchen shrinks and the carpet roars with breaking waves. It's hell at home! Leo can't understand a word of the messages sent by Mot, who is stuck in a dimension of unknown geometry, traveling from the microwave to the TV, via the bathroom mirror. Mother claims a restive sofa while father asks himself how he is ever going to get out of there. Perhaps if one could attach oneself to the ceiling of the corridor without being roasted by jets of lava from the raging carpet ...