Cecil had finally gained a sense of himself again only to be trapped with one choice. He had been drifting along in this never ending dream experiencing things that were and had never been. Bits and pieces of his life and things he had heard of in stories had knitted themselves into an fable that had been hard to tell apart from reality. Now he knew. Cecil knew this wasn't reality but there was nothing he could do to fix it. There was only one choice left and as much as he wanted to ignore it he knew he couldn't. He felt sick just thinking about it. This was where it was going to end because there was no waking up from this dream. What of the others? He thought to those he cared about, those he had come to know as family. His friends and allies, all of them. There was a need to see them again because he didn't want to be alone. He hated to be alone but he was slowly coming to terms with it. Maybe he was ready...

He stared long and hard at the one and only door before him. It called for him to make a choice and he finally reached out and touched the knob. In an instant he was taken back through the memories of the last month. The fog, their infected faction leads, the hospital and the insanity that had nearly consumed them. He thought of the casino and how their lives had hung on the teetering balance of nothing but luck. He had sacrificed what he had to see Corey make it out along with their other faction leads. It had been a risk but worth it despite the worry it had caused. Rook had bailed him out in the end and he couldn't imagine having a better friend.

Cecil thought of the battle with the bandits before that, their struggle to understand what was going on and how to survive. He thought of their makeshift home at the University and the people he had worked with to repair it and make it as whole as possible. He thought of the good times and the bad. So much had happened in such a short span of time it had felt like years but somehow Cecil was able to look back further to the day of the incident. He had been up late at the university grading papers as an intern. Being a teacher had been his dream and that had swiftly been swept away along with the life he had known and the family he held dear.

When his consciousness stirred from the inflicted flashback Cecil found that he was no longer himself but instead he was many. He wasn't just of one mind anymore but instead shared his thoughts with those around him because they were connected. It was a strange sense of unity, one that felt foreign. The more he thought on it the more wrong it seemed.

A voice had pierced his mind to condition him on what he needed to do. This was supposed to be his legacy. Harvesting, feeding, and gathering was his purpose. He knew this and yet he couldn't accept it.

The hold that was held over him began to wane as he struggled, pulling against invisible restraints with all his might. Bit by bit he pulled himself free until he realized he was waking up. Or at least in a sense he was. There was no body to speak of and there was no mirror nearby to confirm. All Cecil knew was that he had been given an inch of freedom and he desperately tried to bring together his memories to piece them together again to find himself. He was in the middle of doing that when he looked up to see where he was. A corridor, long and green not unlike the one he had seen before.

Looking to his left he saw vines idly standing by and he didn't know why but he stared at them intently willing them to move. Nothing happened at first making Cecil question his sanity but soon there was a twitch of life, a slow motion that only grew as the vines wrapped up tightly to offer him a body in place of the one he was missing. It took a lot to keep the odd plant structure from falling apart but Cecil was soon moving on his own in search of where his actual body went. When he stumbled forward, however, that was not what he found.

Deep and buried in the vines was a face and the longer he stared at that face he began to recognize it. It was the monster from his nightmares! Though, the longer he thought about it that didn't make sense. No he knew, somehow he knew, this creature had tried to save him. At least in his own way. He had tried and now he was here suffering for it.

A favor for a favor. Cecil would not leave him here. He brushed aside the vines and pulled them away until he was finally able to gather the demon in his strangely fashioned arms. He coiled the vines around him tightly and started to move hoping to take the creature to safety. A safe place was a hard thing pin point when he didn't know where safety was and the longer he walked the more undone he became. His body was failing him, unraveling at the seems with every step.

By the time he had reached anyone that could offer aid he was nearly gone and he passed his rescuer over before he retreated back to where he had come from. He made his way back up the stairs to the center passing by those who he knew was like him. They were all incomplete, just memories waiting to be finished. He tried to gather what was left of himself but he knew soon he would be nothing more than the legacy left behind. For now he gathered his memories and simply remembered.