It's with great relief that the bike moves on. Maybe the zombies will find workarounds and catch up, but at the least they're not actively pursued, and have time to work in. But, though the zombies haven't (yet) traveled here, their surroundings are still unfamiliar - the graveyard story's influence has changed their surroundings even this far. Dark sky, knotted trees and spiderwebs and wilted grass abound. And the bone trail comes to an end with little sign of bookshelves.

"Is this the end of the path...?" Papyrus asks the world at large, checking around. There's no others in sight, and these last couple are skewered in the ground, half-buried like a clue what they lead to. "Well! This is a good place to stop. And then start!" And he hops out.