Tropical bird's chirped, a wind blew brief over the hot and humid top followed by a roaring and howling as a chill covered the ground far below impacted by haze. Water rushed in the distance. His eyes opened to streaks of light that cut through a thick canvas of foliage far above him. Something skittered across his left leg, he reached to brush it away, but it had gone as fast as it had come. "Oh my neck!" he exclaimed before he reached back over his head, hand and fingers clutched to the back of it, he squeezed hard. His fingers roamed over two large lumps at the base of his head, bite marks. His head hurt, and he felt some nausea. The seat of his pants wet from the ground in which he sat on moist red clay as the grasses and liana towered him in this position. He rolled over to his knees, pulled his left foot out from underneath him, and brought it forth in front of him. Pushed upwards his weight shifted upon it, he stood. A thick vine hung above him, a tiny monkey dangled from it. He turned his head to the right, as the reddish monkey swayed into him. Huge amber eyes starred back at him as its mouth spread wide shone rows of razor teeth before it screeched an ear-piercing cry and jumped to another vine, another, and another high above him. He held his ears to the sides of his head, his eyes squinted he peeped through their slits, and watched as the monkey moved away in quick corresponding bounces. His arms dropped, he recognized an eerie silence as shivers traveled the length of them, to the base of his neck, where tiny hairs stood. He wrapped his arms across his chest and pulled his lab coat tight. His hands rubbed up and down while clasped his biceps, in an attempt to warm himself. He glanced around; when out the side of his right peripheral vision he caught a glimpse of it. His head turned as it centered in his sight. Twelve feet from him, his chin lifted as he looked upward an embankment of thick ground cover. A lifelong search, a dream come true, a spectacular flower, the species related to that of the Madagascar rosy periwinkle used to treat a rare form of leukemia. A deep purple, with beads of water glistened petals as if tiny diamonds embraced a narrow yet extreme bright beam of light. Excited in his myopia, the flower's allure drew his undivided attention. Closer he stepped in climb slow as if amazed his mouth fell open. The flower stood four feet from the embankment in which it grew its stem unseen for the climbing maidenhair had buried it within its grasp. As he approached slight flummoxed, unaware a sudden tumult portended something dark, and mysterious to unfold in the moment. A few feet from it, he leaned into the embankment, and stretched to grasp hold of a petal with his right hand. "One petal is all I need." He whispered. He stretched and groaned from the strain. His fingertips touched it; he searched for footing and strived to climb closer. Sudden a loud crackling echoed the misty forest, followed by a roar as a row of giant trees connected by vines, including the one the flower sprouted from fell to his left as if dominoes. One tore down the other, until the canopy opened vast to an abundance of light. It forced him to cover his face with his right arm. As abrupt his surrounding went pitch black as thunder roared out of the sky and rain fell as if water from a fall. He lost grip on the vines in which he held tight, he exhaled and fell backwards until he hit the ground below hard. At impact, he yelled as his ribs cracked, and the remainder of air from his lungs knocked out of him. He gasps for breath, grimaced, and clutched his chest. Tears flushed his face. Quick he rolled in effort to stop choking on the falling water. It rose deeper with each passing second, he struggled to his feet and slid, as panic set in he screamed aloud, "Help me!" "Help!" "Please, someone help me!" He splashed around in the water, mud, and vines, until he heard something, someone other than him self-splashing not far from him. "Help, you there, I know someone is out here with me." "I did not come out here alone." He held his head with both hands, "I don't know how I got here, I don't remember". "Help, I'm over here, please, please help me!" His surroundings lightless, water poured non-stop and something thrashed around not far from him. He strolled toward it, hearing no response he ran in the opposite direction. The splashing continued to creep closer he ran again until he ran into a wall of vinery plant life. The water deeper as it reached his knees. He grasps hold of the vinery wall and struggled to climb it. His thoughts chanted to him, "There's light at the end of the tunnel". "There's light at the end of the tunnel." He continued to climb. "Terry, Terry, you hear me?" A crying scream came from deep in the well, until it became clearer. "Mom? Is that you, help me!" His mother leaned forward, "Terry, take my hand". He reached upward and took hold of his mother's hand. Pulled up into the light his mother wrapped him in a blanket and scolded him verbal. "I've told you never to play in that abandoned well, it is dangerous!" She paused brief, "My imagination ran away from me". "I thought the worst!" "Oh Terry, you're hurt." She placed him in her car to take him to the hospital. As he hugged his mother close, safe in her arms he promised her never again. "You're right mom, that well is dangerous, and a run away imagination is scary!"