Bruce awakens again with a bit of a start.  He is sitting in a different chair, in a different place (though he somehow knows that the elevator is not far away).  There is another chair nearby.  Lying on its cushion is a pocket watch.  Several yards beyond the chair, the Amish woman is walking away from him, slowly, looking at the merchandise but not stopping at any point.  The scene fades as his chin sinks back down toward his chest.

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