The boy saw the sheet music, and then sat down in the space, in which he just simply floated in. The boy didn't recognize the piece, as he has never heard of it, and from what he saw from it, it was in a style that he has never heard of before. As he flipped through the pages, he approached a blank page, with nothing truly ending the piece. This made the boy feel a little shocked, and disappointed. The boy moved on and then began looking at other sheet music. He then noticed, this sheet music he just picked up eventually just ends with a sudden blank page, making everything just simply end without ending the actual piece. He then rapidly checked at several other sheet music, and they all seemed to have ended with a sudden blank part. Then he noticed, each one he opened and reached the blank paper, began decaying, and turnt black, melting down into the space, eventually swirling in the air, completely being erased from existence. He then saw that within the infinite amounts of book shelves of sheet music, there was a tremendously huge piece of sheet music in the horizon of this world. It kept on flipping page to page. He wondered what this place was, until he then began realizing, without him noticing, there was a piece of music playing somewhere. It did not feel like he was physically hearing it, but as if it was actually the one that was creating his consciousness itself, and the whole existence or concept of even existing. As he began hearing this, he looked at the tremendously huge sheet music on the horizon. It matched the music completely. It was a piece written on an instrument that he had never heard before. It sounded very soft and mild, despite having a percussion feel to it. This music completely took over the boy's mind, with it's soothing and relaxing sound, the boy felt as if he had become one with the music. However, the page flipped again, and then the boy saw a blank page. Then at the moment where the measure reached the blank page, the music completely stopped. The boy anticipated this, but at the moment it stopped, a subconscious instinct made the boy gasp as if something terrible happened, but along with it, the atemporal space around the boy began swirling around and then before he knew it, he was in front of the Grand Sanatorium. Before he can start wondering what he was seeing or feeling again, he realized that something was not right. He looked at the forest and he saw the white cat he met a day before. The white cat he saw the day before looked as if it was having a panic attack, with its eyes wide open then ever, it's heart beating tremendously fast, and it's hair standing up with all of it being a spike. The boy ran toward the cat, as it led him back to where he was earlier in the forest…