"...Just go to bed. I'm sure everything's going to be fine tomorrow."
He turns away and walks away from you, slowly blending with the white space surrounding him.

You're not sure what to do next. You look to your left and see an odd bed in the distance. It still somehow manages to look like a bed despite its grotesque appearance.

You can't deny feeling tired. After all, this has been a long journey. It won't hurt to rest for a while, will it?