The garden opens his mouth to comment that that's impossible, but closes it again - if this is a dream, then the passage of time wouldn't have to make sense. "They got me in the gardens this morning," he admits. "And by 'me' I mean they started growing through my garden. Though I imagine they got to my skin soon enough after that."

"Learned some things?" All the garden boy has learned is that fear is a difficult beast to control, even when you know you're in a dream.