A young girl with brown hair sits longingly against an old oak tree, she smiles and holds out her hands to the flowers around her.

"Don't be afraid little ones, the real world isn't so bad." She nudges the little flowers next to her gently, smiling up at the sun as it's bright rays warm her face.

Slowly but surely, the little buds blossom and transform into beautiful flowers beside her.

"See, isn't it nice here?" The child looks down at the flowers and closes her eyes as she smiles at them again.

"Outta the way!" A voice cries out.