As you have no particular desire to be reverted to an infant or advanced into an old fogey, you creep away from the mansion and shuffle back down the path. Quickly traversing the trail which led you to the house and exiting the gates, you realize that your walk to this point has only lasted a mere twenty minutes or so, which has not been nearly long enough to make you forget the complications and worries of modern living. Walking back to the main street, you look around for any other little side streets you may have previously missed, but find nothing. Somewhat depressed by the idea of wandering around the same boring neighborhood as always after having run across something so esoteric as the House of Ages, you start to think that it might be best to just head on home.