As he ran, books fall off the shelves that once held them and cracks begin to appear in the floor. The cracks luckily enough don't interfere with the scribbles but they begin to open up wider and wider to the point where tripping on them ran the risk of spraining his ankle. Oddly enough, for something that seems to be his own mind breaking apart, the crack don't bring any pain. None of this does unless he falls again.

Laughter rings out and it's the dolls laughing, the Oni's inside Hiroshi's head and the rest on the outside and they're laughing at him. They are close even though he left them far behind.

Eventually the scribbles lead to a door. It's hard to open but it will eventually.

There's a knock on a door outside of the dream. It's here. Knock knock knock...