[Outside]

Carver swayed forward, squinting. [color=c4df9b][i]That's not a tree.[/i][/color]

Beer goggles could not hide its distinctive wooden texture. It loomed before him, dizzyingly large. He lurched to the right and vomited, then continued stumbling forward. He thought he could hear voices in the background, mangled with the ringing in his ears. The door was within sight when he collapsed forward and blacked out.