The door leads to a hallway. It’s long. You walk for hours—maybe days. There’s no food and no water. No change in the uneven, decaying plaster. You’re delirious from a lack of water. Suddenly there’s a crack of light—a door. You open the door and—you’re back in the room. The door closes behind you—it’s the gray door. Somehow you’ve walked for miles and gone nowhere. You’ve walked out the very door you walked into. Nothing has changed in the still room, but you’re exhausted and in desperate need of food and water. Oh, water.
What do you do?