He was in his room, no, yes? Where was he? He was nowhere, he was everywhere. Everything hurt, everything was bright, and it was cold. He didn't know what to do, was he supposed to do anything? He sat and wait. Then everything stopped. Everything stood still. Then everything was zooming past him.
He wanted... did he want? What was to want? Not happening anymore he needed to wake up. But was he asleep? Yesn't. What? Nevermind.
He woke up feeling completely destroyed from the inside and his head was a mess. He stumbled through the cave until his legs gave out. He couldn't continue, he wasn't strong enough, he never was. Just then everything around him started to collapse, this was it, he was going to die. Did it even matter? Nobody would care...
And then he woke up in the pews. As it turns out, he had woken up in the middle of the night and ate the berries, he had terrible stomach ache. He went outside to find everything the way it was before. He ran to where the tracks to the mine used to be, and there was nothing. What was he supposed to do? He searched desperately to find even more tracks, this time on a bridge which took him deeper into the forest. He didn't have much of a choice but to get on. This time he made sure not to take those berries, and he hauled the cart over to the new tracks. With this, he hopped in, gave it a push, and hoped this wasn't a hallucination in a hallucination.