"Uhm.." you muttered, then you reached your hand out and took it. He licked his lips and continued walking. The Urtica, or what Salad Fingers would call "Nettles" stung your hand, but you didn't want to be rude. "W-why do we need this?" You quietly asked. He stopped for afew moments, then looked at you. "They are a pleasure to have. I can't seem to find many anymore.." he said. "H-here.." you said, giving him back the plant. He grabbed it from you, then rubbed it on his chin.

You tried not to look at him. You rubbed your arm, nervously. "Now, we ought to go see aunty bainbridge. She has been taking care of my lovely daughter over the months. I've been so busy, I have yet to visit her." He has a daughter?? Wow!

After awhile, you both made it out of the woods and went up to a house. It was the same house from before! With the yellow guy! Salad fingers curled up his fingers and knocked the door. The creature opened the door, and stared up at salad fingers. "Ah, aunty bainbridge! It's been such awhile since I've seen you!" Salad exclaimed. Strange enough, this creature was his.. aunt?

His aunt stared blankly at him. "Ah, may I see my younge girl Yvonne? I miss her dearly!" He said. His aunt made a high-pitched screech. "Ah, thank you!" He said, then walked around the house. "She should be out back doing y-yard work, (y/n)." He told me. You could tell he was mighty happy. You made it around the house, and didn't see anything. "Ahh," He said, his smile growing wider.

He walked forward and kneeled down to the sand. You looked down at what he was looking at. Alittle bit of some-sort Of black goo. "Your all grown up, Yvonne.." beside it was a bucket, half mostly buried by the sand. His eyes where filled up with tears. You stared awkwardly at salad fingers.

After a moment, he started singing; "you are my sunnnnshinnee..... my only sunnnnshinnee..." his crackly voice sang to his.. Uhm.. daughter. You remebered this song. When it first came out about a year ago in 1940, You would listen to it on your radio. "You make me happyyy..l when sky's are gray..." he slowly sang.

After awhile of him talking to the goo, and you awkwardly watching, he said goodbye as he stood to him feet. Tears rolled down his face. You felt really bad for him.. "Well, I'll b-be back to visit, Yvonne.. daddy will-will be sure to come before the edge of the y-year..." He sniffled.

You scratched your rashed hand. Salad turned around and started walking, then looked back at you. "Who are you?"

You don't remember me?

Don't say anything.