The scene changes from the forest to the dirt gravel road leading out of it, past the paddocks and towards a feeling of civilisation.
Cue Bisquit, stage left.
Bisquit:
To game--perchance to sleep: ay, there's the rub,
For in that game of n00bz what lulz may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil and respawned,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.