Sleep is impossible. Lola gets so annoyed with your tossing and turning that she leaves the room to find somewhere else to sleep.
You are so disoriented that you don't even question it when you find yourself sitting in Rex's family's boat again.
While the fog is thin enough for you to see the tops of trees in the distance, you cannot see where it is that Rex is steering you. The floor of the boat is wet. Water drips from Rex's clothes into a puddle around him.
It feels real. It must, in some sense, be real.
Rex turns to glance at you, but keeps his focus on steering the boat.
"You're here," he says.
"Yeah," you confirm. "I guess so."
"I need you to tell me something," he says. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"