You try the left room. You don't know why, but left has always been your favorite out of the two directions.
The room is sparsely furnished with only three beds sitting in the middle of it. Baby bear is standing there, looking puffed.
"There you are!" he says. "Finally!"
You nod, not really knowing what else to do.
"Here's your bed," Baby bear says, pointing to the smallest one. "It's my bed but Daddy said it would be the most comfortable for you. I'm not sure how he knows, but I think it's something to do with the chiropractic back thingy."
"Right," you say.
"Okay, bye!" baby bear says. "Have a nice rest!" Then he leaves the room.