"Tazanna! I've got you flowers!" That voice was of a man, but I could not get a clear view of his face. It seemed that the dream's setting was at school, and this was my high school. My thoughts were all over the place. I could not seem to remember when this happened or who gave me anything like this when I was in my teens. The happiness and excitement were evident in the tone of his voice as he brought out the blossoms, which he was so proud of—they were the exact same as the ones that I saw in the lobby of Best of Times Publishing Corporation. It differs in color; however, I am certain that it bore the same seed as those in Vic's company.