The twisting landscape retracts away, folding back into ordinary and necessary reality again. The phonograph spring is still wound, is still unwinding, and all nature turns, round and round and round.
From Bed to Parking Lot:
Presumably waking the next morning, Jacob is careful not to tell Melissa of his special worries about his bees and the dead; though it is not at all sure that Melissa hasn't already noticed. The two drive to work together. After arriving, Jacob tarries outside the front door, letting Melissa go in by herself. Wandering near the parking lot, he seems to leave his body for a floating point of view as a weapon in a cartoon land.