The Dead Poets Society was still convened. After Charlie came back with two uninvited guests, Tina and Gloria. In the cave the fire burned brightly, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Gloria sat with her arm around Charlie, staring at him in adoration. The bottle of whiskey passed between Tina and the others.

"Hey guys, why don't you show Tina the Dead Poets garden?" Charlie said, nodding toward the cave entrance.

"Garden?" Meeks said, sounding surprised. "What garden?" Pitts echoed.

Charlie silently motioned with his eyes for Pitts and the others to get lost. Neil caught on and elbowed Pitts, who got the hint.

"Oh, right. That garden. Come on, guys," he said.

"This is so strange!" Tina said, sounding confused. "You guys even have a garden?"

Everyone had left the cave except Meeks, who stood around looking baffled. "What are you guys talking about?" Meeks asked. Charlie stared at him with daggers in his eyes. "Charles, uh, Nuwanda, we don't have a garden," Meeks said.