At first, Oliver wasn't to worried about the fact that he was sleeping on dirt and grass. Caught somewhere between consciousness and REM sleep, his mind was a melting pot of thoughts:[i] hmm, grass, I want a dog. Sleepy...[/i]

[b][i]"--cking kidding me??"[/i][/b]

He woke with a start. At first, his surroundings seemed not to matter as much as the female voice shrieking not too far from him, and he was still a little hung up about that dream with the dog. Who was screaming? What was going on?

When his eyes focused on the ground, and realized that it was [i]purple[/i], he started to feel a bit sick. 

"H-hello?" He wheezed.