The door leads to a hallway. It’s long. You walk down it 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 decaying room. The door closes behind you. You look back: It’s the ivory door you walked through in the first place. Somehow you’ve walked for miles and gone nowhere. Nothing has changed in the still, rotting room, but you’re exhausted and in desperate need of food and water. Oh, water.
What do you do?