When the woman woke up, she was in a wooden room, with a single window, that showed a blue sky. The night had passed, and the clock read 9:32 AM. Her bed was unbelievably soft, for its plain white appearance, and the lamp on her night dresser was the only but of furnishing. Chatter floated into her room through the door, lively and bright, like the morning she woke up to. It seemed the tavern was back in swing. At the bar, the woman from before was nowhere to be found, only the large man from before. He was working, waiting, for his guest to get up.