There is nothing he can do without leaving the cabin, so instead he keeps watch, listening to all of the sounds of the world on the outside in an attempt to forget about what lies on the inside. The creatures of the night seem to go about their lives, hiding, hunting, keeping out of sight either way. It is quite calming, and soon he finds himself drifting through the night, neither awake nor asleep. Time seems to stretch, to constrict, to flee from his notice in a way he cannot describe, until the sun starts rising again.