All roads lead to...

You sit in the dark of your sleeping cabin. Only the occassional street lamp and the drone of your changed friend interrupts the deadness. He insists you can stay with him and take advantage of the free security his professional wrestler boyfriend can supply against anyone...or anything trying to pursue you...besides their king size bed is big enough for everyone.
Considering your situation as you escape through the open window, you know your only options are to go west or more west. A depressing realization comes over you as understand you are doomed to circle the globe in a westerly direction all of your remaining days.