As if he'd just finished his first Pyrenees climb an exhaustion filled his body spreading to every limb. The forward arch of his upper back strains before a total collapse. He lay there and just stared while he further sank into a comatose distant state. There were clouds in the sky drifting but he slowly saw nothing. The world dissolved in silence. It was as if time had sped up and stopped all at once, until everything vanished.

Somewhere deep in his consciousness a small bluish dot suddenly appeared. He concentrated on the dot without too much thought until it grew. Slowly at first and like waking from a dream to find your ceiling to be mysteriously painted from white to blue, the growing dot was now the size of a low flying air balloon but appeared a more transparent bubble with blue when he’d suddenly realized it was immediately above in the sky. The large bubble increased quickly before bursting under a pressure and sending out a pulse of electromagnetic charged energy. The pulse in an instance had momentarily flattened the all surrounding reeds. He felt the weight of gravity to the point of being unable to move or breathe. He fought back against the force concentrating on simply moving a finger and there was absolutely nothing abled before release and just as quickly the force was gone.

This was not the first time gravity had flattened him and the most unusual of anomalies had erased all disappointment in finding the bean. The bean together with a paralysing gravity changed everything for reasons he did not in the moment fully understand. He had spent so much time digging in the dirt, yelling at them with insults and assumptions all looking for a reaction of some kind. Always with the intention to get them to show themself. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to call youse….", he reactively yells straight back up into the air before his voice quietly mumbles, "assholes".

First looking one way he scopes the full side of view. From his back he springs to lie on his belly and quickly scopes the full surroundings. The reeds slower to recover are back up standing tall again but not before he'd caught another glimpse of something.

That something had been a little murky through the tops of grass and the dark blur set not far behind the reeds. Instantly sending a spasm of nerves up his spine as he contemplates the blurs possibilities to now provide him with some much needed answers and hopes at last something or someone is finally going to show themselves.

The rolling hills of farmland were all but barron with some green grass and empty seasoned grain fields, some small gatherings of pine trees dotted on fence lines and this a dissecting road.

He buried his face in the reeds with a mind racing in anticipation. "Maybe it was a curiosity of a cow. That's it, a simple curious cow had quietly wandered over to take a look", his thoughts prepared for any coming disappointment. "But this bean, this explosion in the sky and the powerful gravity, are all very unlikely just more coincidences." With the growing anticipation he nervously decides to take a look first pushing with his hands and slowly lifting his head.

Chapter two - Memories

Back home again he contemplates everything they had told while steering down on the bean. Peering into the bean the very old memory again drifts through his mind. The flaky old light blue paint hung from the weathered head of a doorway that passed overhead and into a darkness. Then his hands lit up by a narrow white light. The light full of dust particles streamed through the high elongated window down to the center of the dark room. His small hands dip into the large cardboard box and he could feel the smoothness in the beans while lifting them into the light. He sees random patterns, a camouflaged shiny purple and black as they tumble off each side of his small open hands and back down into the cardboard box.

He knew the memory had never been planted and if it had it would only mean his entire existence of childhood was planted. This was not possible and he wisely assumes it's because this was his own memory which made it all the more visionary and important. The passing on of a secret message from a dying grandfather to his baby grandson. A connection to his grandfather he only wished was a coincidence but something else told him otherwise.