You've made an acquaintance who is very interested in what you will become.

Your pockets are full of strangeness.

It is comfy in here.

The road has taken you to a reunion. Rejoice.

The road has taken you to a friend.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.

The road is your destination.

You've reached the final bus stop. This wasn't your destination. It doesn't matter anymore.

A happy family.

There's a hole in your heart. It is infinitely fascinating.

You don't really care about them.

You do pay attention.

You went against your own story. Now you're lost to the void.

Travelers everywhere. They're no worse off than you.

It stares back at you.

It changes and morphs as you look at it. Your eyes hurt.

It is.......... settling.

You've recovered your old face. Probably.

The road led you back to mother's arms.

You take the job seriously.

You're good at this. You should keep at it.

You have refused the road. No trip for you.

You looked after your brother.

That day never really leaves the back of your head.

The road has revealed strange new practices to you.

It'll be hard to sleep on these... but you'll manage.

No compassion for fellow travelers.

He deserved this much.

You couldn't possibly know anymore.