The Agony of Minute 4

You've reached prophets of doom, the hour of the hourglass, the minute of the maelstrom! In this, the fourth minute of your pitiful existence, you've managed to achieve nothing but a sense of existential dread.

As you wander aimlessly through the void, you stumble upon a cryptic message scrawled on the wall: "It's not the end of the world, but it's definitely the end of your lunch break."

What happens next?