"The vines?" Realisation dawns and he frowns, searching his memories quickly as he forms an answer. "Yes, they were all over the house. I was looking for something to drive them back, for somewhere to barricade myself but there was nowhere and... I think they did catch me."

He looks down at his hands, head tilting in confusion. The thorns, he remembers them catching at his skin.

"How is this possible?" he asks, as much to himself as to the person in front of him.