"What's your favorite flower?" Rorke asks. He watched you lay in the grass, playing with the grass. It used to be the backyard to a home, but ever since ODIN, nature overtook the home, the grass and play swings were overgrown. The life that once was, was no more.

"Dandelion," you replied.

"That's a weed, sweetheart." He sat next to you, looking at the house on the other side that was crumbling. Vines over taking the walls and the roof collapsed.