Upstairs, there is only one door. The bedroom. You step inside, and see the King and Queen, sat by a bed, where their only child lay. The fog thickens slightly... their eyes are exhausted... this is not a land of life, it is a land of great and terminal decline. The child can't even bring himself to cry. And now you are stuck with them now. The King turns to you and smiles, forced, but not hostile. He's glad you are here. The Queen's kindness still shows in her eyes, despite her weariness. There remains only one thing left, to sleep, forever.