Unknowingly to the "lady" that waited outside for Ray to reappear, said man had already been made incapacitated by his tendency and ability to fall asleep in about anywhere.
Slumped against one of the walls the sinks were attached to, Ray sat on the dirty-ass ground, his lips slightly apart - basically representing some stoned junkie after getting a hit. The only difference between the two was that Ray was soundly asleep while a junkie would still be twitching and spazzing, thinking about bright and pretty colors and flyin unicorns. The beginnings the same nightmare, his mind setting up the scene with a darkened city.
Okay, so maybe his mind was just as unimaginative as a junkie's. At least he wasn't going towards a bright light towards the end of a tunnel.