It's nearly four o'clock in the morning when you find yourself arriving in your own bedroom again. Feels like it's been days. You whole body is aching with soreness and lack of sleep, your eyes burn, too. The Wax King assured you the real world, the city slumbering, should be safe for a while.
Who knows? Maybe you could actually try to sleep. Can you even do that anymore?
Across the street, Amanda's bedroom window is lit. She's probably having trouble sleeping, too, now. But that's not your problem. Your family is asleep, another note from your father, upset that you didn't come home last night. Threats, as usual, furthering your punishment without "some damn good explanation".
And now, it's just you, alone.
What do you do?