The room is cold and sterile. There is a neon light above and humming. I am on some sort of doctor's examination table. I'm pretty sure its not a morgue because there aren't any sliding meat-slabs. There is a fresh pot of coffee on one of the white-topped counters and a small dark stain around the machine. The room is long and at the opposite length of the room it is dark, with several crates covered with linens.
Its a sparse forest with a dirt ground. Moss sits at the bottom of some of the few trees.
There isn't so much of a path as just a lack of rough terrain; everything is accessible by foot.
It is a small brook which leads into a cement drainage pipe.
It's a chalice made of pewter.
It's a key to a locker.