Merrick had intended to walk into the garden, but that wasn't where he'd found himself. Not even in the least. Instead, he found himself careening down a hole, plumetting towards what he could only imagine to be his untimely death. He wondered when his parents would notice and if there would be a search committee and also wondered what the garden would have looked like, had he gotten the chance to see it. Of course he didn't verbalize these thoughts, however, as he was far too busy yelling and trying to grab the walls, which he soon realized, to his horror, receded from his grasp as he reached out for them. No that couldn't be right.

Obviously he was insane. He was probably having a seizure on the floor or something. Yeah... a nice, safe little seizure, and in a few moments he'd wake up in the hospital with an IV coming out of his arm with some strange and unwelcoming looking liquid coursing through him.

It was at about this moment that Merrick hit the floor.