Firm...yet yielding. You could easily break out if you wanted to.

Colt moves to grab his gun but you quickly tell him to stand down. You're not being hurt by the anomaly, even if its grip is getting tighter by the second. You can tell it's agitated from the cut you accidently gave it.

A voice croaks out of somewhere deep inside the flower bed. You 'hear' its words inside your head.

You're always so busy aren't you, grandson?

You try to correct it but you know this isn't the time.

Working away, watching the clock tick by, not giving yourself a moment to rest. Do you ever stop to let yourself dream?

All I can do is dream, for I am so, so tired. Why not make yourself at home? It's all a dream anyways. Wishes and dreams that may be fulfilled, allowed to bloom beautifully. Or, they may rot away, like flowers left untended.

Before I abandon the words that form noise in my head, will you be so kind as to join me in dream-seeing?

The longer it holds your arm in its grasp, the deeper your mind sinks. A heavy, gloomy weight builds up in your head. A sinking that is both unfamiliar and deeply, frighteningly familiar at the same time.

Memories you rather wish to ignore start bubbling inside your mind. Yet, you feel like the anomaly's trying to help you. In its own twisted way. It's so lonely. Left with nothing but its own thoughts.

A small, subconscious part of you feels like you're about to be given something by the anomaly.

What do you say to the anomaly? What you say will influence what you'll get.

>Break out its grasp. "I'm sorry. I can't."
>RELUCTANT. "Only for a little bit. I can't stay for long."
>PRODDING. "Those memories inside the flowers, why do you have them? Do you have any of mine in there?"
>SYMPATHY. "Did your wishes ever bloom? Did you ever achieve your dreams?"
>OBLIGATION. "Okay. If it'll make you happy."
>PITY. "No one else wanted to dream with you, did they?"
>Write in.