You stay in the kitchen and while only about thirty minutes pass, it feels like hours, but eventually, you're startled out of your thoughts of returning to the hospital by a series of three loud knocks on the front door.
"I'll be right there," you shout as you make your way through the living room while trying to avoid looking at the tunnel that has refused to vanish.
You open the door and see a pair of neatly dressed emergency medical workers. One is tall, lanky, and a little rough around the edges, but has a friendly manner. The other is shorter, bald, stocky, and seems to exude an all business attitude. They both smile at you as you let them in.
"Doctor Herbert called- what the?" the tall one starts speaking to you, but stops and drops his small first aid kit as he stares at the tunnel floating impossibly in the corner of your living room, "That's- that can't really be there. Bob, you seeing this?"
"Yeah, Mike, I see it, but it's got to be some sort of trick. Look, kid, you can't go setting up Halloween special effects and then having your doctor call us out. There could be people who need real help out there while you're wasting our time."
"Wait. You guys... you guys see it too?"
"Of course we see it," Bob says flatly, "but we're not going to be fooled by some special effects kit."
"You guys are messing with me. You should know better than to mess with people who have mental problems."
"We're messing with you?" Bob asks as he arches an eyebrow, "Look, kid, we don't have time for this. Are you coming with us to the hospital or are you staying here with your little light show?"
"Look... I... I... Look I'll prove to you it's not there. I'll prove to you that the tunnel is just in my head!"
Choose your pony adventure:
Crawl into the tunnel and show them there's no tunnel!