Rejecting her invitation, you motion to return to the elevator, only to find it has disappeared. Realizing the full absurdity of the situation, the walls of the room begin to melt away, the garden retreats to the earth, and you find yourself staring at the ceiling of the rented room in the tavern. Brushing off the cold sweat from your brow, you begin closing your eyes in an attempt to return to slumber, but spot the door slowly creaking open. What do you do?