The end.

The man leads me down the alleyway I’ve been down so many times. We reach an unusual, out-of-place staircase in the middle of the street, leading underground. After a few steps, it gets really damp and mossy. After another short while, we reach a canal with a little boat in it. He gestures for me to get in, so I do. He hangs his lantern, picks up a pair or oars, and starts rowing.