I leave the labyrinth and find that I am caged. I am caged here, and Tom seems to know. Sometimes in his eyes I can see it. As if he knows it all—that I am just a poor, foolish, trapped imposter. Sometimes I catch myself wishing he would kill me, so I would finally have an end to constantly wondering how to get home. Wondering if this has all been some sort of strange dream. Perhaps I would wake and be home again. 