Through the haze of his panic Ned, glances back, looking around for any signs of help. Where is everyone? Apparently they have the sense not to be out at this hour. He notices that, of all things, the plants his bare feet are leaving behind have changed. There is aconite and hemlock, nightshade and pokeroot, some very sinister looking mushrooms, tangles of spike-leaved little shrubs and knots of vines with bright red thorns.

He doesn't have time to dwell on the apparent effect his emotions have on his power, however. Not when Charlie is talking about having his fun with Ned, and his stomach is twisting itself into knots with a fear so strong it makes him nauseous. As he stumbles into the house he wonders if this is another nightmare, screws his eyes shut and wills himself to wake up. Any second now he will wake up.

But he doesn't.