You worry about your mother and the child she will bare for you. How things will work out in the long run seems kinda scary. Hopefully, things will inevitably work out. Shortly after that scenario, you follow the motions, watching as time passed without much going on. It finally became three months time and you decide to visit your mother for the week that she would go through labor. They moved her from the asylum to a more suitable hospital. You arrive at the hospital, go to the place she was sleeping, etc. You find her residing on a hospital bed watching television. She seems to be watching a informative show about dogs or something. 