Add will not remember passing out. He will, however, remember waking up. The garden is... warm. An endless expanse of colorful flowers, with a soft white mist coasting across the land. It smells like rain and the flowers, and a single tree whose roots he lays in stands tall and green. He cannot see the sky, and should he try to stand, it may feel akin to waking up and trying to get out of bed too fast.

He was in danger, he may remember that much. But here is a safety he hasn't felt in years.

Was someone singing? It sounded like his mother.