The illusion of successful escape is a dream no amount of coffee can fix. The coffee addicted man and the alcoholic are really two sides of the same coin. Tchaikovsky belongs to realisations and confessions in the place of elsewhere, while rock music belongs to the real life. Perhaps the entire trip is simply a trip to buy coffee, and coffee is a ruin. When the mom emerges from the darkness of the locked room, both the audience and the character need to return to mundanity. For a second, we are both scared and looking forward to the possibility that she will never reappear.