"Thank you." He said, moving down the hall past everyone else and disappearing round the corner, feeling at the back of his head. It felt wet. He'd definitely gotten cut by some of those loose branches.

The bathroom was just as lavish as the rest of the hose looked, and the medicine cabinets were fully stocked. He took some peroxide and upended the bottle over his head. Judging by how little sting there was he wasn't messed up too badly, but seeing how he didn't think the bathroom was real anyway he didn't see any reason to be conservative with the stuff. He looked in the mirror, picking out the few problem spots from the white plume of bubbles that sprung up around them, then rinsed his head in the sink and held a hand towel to the problem areas.

With his free hand he reached into his bag and pulled out his camera. Cameras, no matter what, recorded objective reality. He raised it up and snapped a picture while he had the chance, out a view of everyone else, to do so without breaking the bubble and see what sort of place he really was.

He stared at the resulting picture for a few moments, then took another from a different angle. This one he also studied intently before making his way out of the bathroom. He stepped into the hallway, raised his viewfinder, and took a shot of everyone in it.

His pictures were, in order, a shot of the bathroom, a shot of the mirror, and a shot of everyone in the hallway.

"Real." He said, dumbfounded. "Objectively real." A huge grin slowly spread across his face as he surveyed the hallway and its inhabitants. "How absolutely fascinating."