Gary heard them a lot. The inquiries into how he was feeling. His plans for the future. What he hoped to accomplish now that… Gary didn't like the pressure. Now that he was back in his parents' basement and seeing Dr. G. once a week. Right. What did he hope to accomplish? Well, for one, he had all those visions he needed to sort through and put into some kind of order. The images were compelling, and completely mysterious. His wandering mind always ended up by the sea, green fog closing in around him. Then the wave. Then the thrill of delicious fishy kisses planted all over his face. She was of the sea, but Gary couldn't determine if she was like him. Or like the lady in charge of the garden. A monster.
"Where you going?" The seaweed maiden asked Gary just before the fog dulled his senses and lulled him to sleep.
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