You rub your sore arm as Joyce helps you back to your feet, grinning triumphantly. "Thanks," you mutter under your breath. Together, you and Joyce make your way toward the exit, leaving the ancient Walmart in the dust. As you emerge from the darkness into the harsh light of day, you can't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment. And maybe... just maybe... there's more to Joyce than meets the eye.

You take a step back, feeling a bit disoriented. "Uh, Ryan?" Joyce says worriedly, looking you up and down. "Are you okay?" You rub your nose and blink a few times, trying to focus on them. "I'm fine," you say with a shrug. "Just... really good at this treasure hunting thing."

Together, you and Joyce continue your search for the next adventure, marveling at how well you work together when you're both not high out of your minds on drugs. The world is your oyster, and with each new discovery, you grow stronger as a team... even if one of you is imaginary.