As he was running he began to hear tiny voices calling for help. "Look." Whatnot was directing his attention to the ground. Glancing towards his feet he saw dark glittering splotches of ooze. The same type of ooze that had covered his body. Around the ooze rocks were crying out to him. Nearby the ooze had splattered wildflowers. Those wildflowers were also calling out to him. Reaching for him as he passed. Hadlin had to get away from here, and ran faster. Here and there along the path random inanimate objects called out to him. Sticks, leaves, a child's shoe. Was he dreaming? Could he be just plain crazy?