Welp, you've probably killed the creature that was torturing you was gone. Lying dead in your best friend's garage. As you go to leave the house, you begin to ponder what it is that you have to do next. After all, you just killed someone. If not someone, something. You put it on death row and led it straight to the electric chair. Electric box? Either way, you killed it. As you think about it, you feel Harrison grab your wrist and start shaking your arm. "Hello??? Earth to Houston, we have a problem!" As he says that, you snap out of your mental trance. "Where are we headed?" You only have so many options, you might as well pick one of them.