You walk over to the couch, but feel as if you are slogging through waist high water. Arriving, you take a seat, very tired and anxious. Looking around, you spot a clock on the wall and observe that the time is 6:37. You continue scanning the room for other materials of interest, and, glancing at the clock again, you notice the time is 4:22.
Soon, the walls of the room begin to melt away, and you find yourself staring at the ceiling of the rented room in the tavern. Brushing off the cold sweat from your brow, you rub your eyes in an attempt to regain your wits, but spot the door slowly creaking open. What do you do?