He turned and led the way. The house was nothing short of amazing with its mix of greenery, woodwork and grandeur all blended to perfection. Even in the harshest of winters there would be trees bearing fruit and bushes producing rare and exotic berries. It was Willow who noticed the unusual leaves and coloring of the plant life. She asked question after question and Old Man DeClue never tired of her curiosity. After the tour of the house the four of us sat down in the lounge. The elderly botanist turned his full attention on me at that point.

"I am here because of your great-uncle Warren," he said smiling...