Yash woke up in a garden. Quite a large garden with a pond in in. Next to it was a farmhouse burning down. It was quite a windy day in this part of phoenix. Blinking his eyes and rubbing them he got up and looked around. Suddenly a puzzled look entered his face. He didn't know what anything had happened, his mind was completely blank. Shrugging he decided that they were questions for another day.  Walking around the garden carefully making sure he didn't step on the plants his leg got caught on a thistle, a weed. Enraged he grabbed the thistle ignoring the pain pulled it clean out the ground and lobbed it out of site. Suddenly just as fast as the anger had come it left, leaving him completely calm. Finding a tattered backpack on the ground he picked it up. A bottle rolled out the top as it left the ground. Catching it quickly it turned out to be full of milk, pulling off the top and taking a gulp it revitalized him and made him feel strong. Thinking 'cor whats in that thing' he put the stopper back on he chucked it back in the backpack and closed it. Swinging it onto his back he strolled out of the garden ready for whatever comes his way.