And so you return through the door.
The mycelium watch you closely as you leave the odd area.
Back in the space with the stairs, you look up to see the hatch open. You run up the stairs, back into the dust bedroom. On the bed is your Grandmother, looking somehow sicker than before.
"Mama, I'm so sorry! How long was I gone for?"
She does not respond. Her breathing is raspier than before- more labored.
"I checked on your babies. Um, I think they're doing fine."
No response.
It matters not. You have a bath to make. You exit the room, and perform those chores like you've always done.