“Is there any news yet, Madam?” Danette asked.
“Unfortunately, there is not!” Detective Johanna Replied.

Danette is perfectly aware of the fact that, whatever filed complains he made are futile and his efforts vain. Since, in front of his mere eyes, days have gradually slipped to months and months to years, with no new improved news satisfying his curiosity. However, he is starving and is seeking answers which he is determined to find out.

In the meantime, Danette has been trying to focus on his ultimate passion, but he is extremely distracted by his current circumstance to actually be able to stay concentrated thoroughly. Yet, stubborn, as he always is, sits to pen down a new book.
He writes,
‘The droughted soil has heard the rumblings of dark clouds of a distant land!
Like Fhneric, who has almost made new discoveries about a long-dried research about “Mental activities during death of brain!”.’

Danette’s disturbed; his parents have been missing for two years to be exact, if calculated from today. This does not bother or concern him, because it is a regular occurrence since his very childhood. So, it is known to him, that his parents are gone again on a mission, a Secret Mission rather. Not of a detective kind but a secretive science mission. As, their family holds an unrevealed legacy of being scientists.

Further he writes,
‘Dr. Fhneric’s tests have showed, that a person who is brain dead is unable to response in real life and this medical phenomenon is irreversible because, the person goes into a state where they start living in the world made up by themselves.
They even start fulfilling all of their hidden desires, unfulfilled goals and passions, be a human being with engulfing humanity, doing good to people, society and everything at large.
Thus, anyone with more regret or tragedy in life are more prone of being brain dead.’

He is assured that, they will come back, but what he is completely oblivious about is, “where have they gone?- are they in Earth or wandering about in any other planet or in other universe?”, “for how long?- years, decades, century?”, “in which form- human, animal, plant, alien?” and most importantly “Why without giving him even the slightest of hint or clue?”. Every time his parents went away like this, they have informed him well about their consequent absence. Might not be a detailed information about their venture but surely, his parents talked to him directly if they were certain about their venture. Or wrote him notes or letters which he would find somewhere in his house; sometimes even hints scattered around the house if they were uncertain.

Yet, all very confusing this time, because, just when he had confessed…
“Mom, Dad! I have decided to not continue our family legacy of being ‘shadow-hunter’ or ‘robin hood’ or whatever scientists, we are, anymore.”
“That is not something we do by choice, sweetie!” replied his Mom.
“We utilize our family’s supreme scientific power, to do good to every being.” Added Dad.
“Sorcery in the name of science- hallucinations, teleportation, shape-shifting, time-regulation, fortune telling, locator spells? You call them science? Those are what we see in supernatural movies!” Yelled Danette.
“You, are getting it all wrong sweetie!”
“What do you want instead?” asked Dad.
“I want to write and give my readers a million different worlds to live in!” Danette replied.
“But we follow our passion besides maintaining the legacy son…” As Mom tried to protest, Dad consoled Mom “Leave him, when he grows he will realize himself.”
Then suddenly the next morning, his parents are gone without trace, with no notes, letters, clues, hints. And the ever-hungry question that’s eating the seventeen-year-old Danette from inside out is, “Did his loving and ever-supporting parents just abandon him because he wanted to follow his own passion?”

Danette once again, had fallen asleep while writing, suddenly a high-pitched ring-tone woke him up, usually under his parent’s supervision he kept his phone on vibrations, but he is angry at his parents, so he is at his most disobedient self in their absence.

Just when he was about to receive the call, he noticed what was written right at the top of the paper. Undoubtedly, in his handwriting…
‘My next test subject to finally confirm my test result and hypothesis is Danette Kevenithoris, son of Travilis Kevenithoris and Melian Kevenithoris, both of whom I was testing for last 2 years.’
As he tried hard to recall in his half-asleep state, if he wrote this at all and why will he write this anyway, he turned the page, instantaneously the sharp ring-tone buzzed again. The name “Detective Johanna” appeared on the screen. The name itself was enough to deflect and speed him into answering the call.
“Am I speaking to Danette Kevenithoris?”
“Yes, Madam…” the other voice spoke before he could even finish his sentence.
“Your father Travilis Kevenithoris and mother Melian Kevenithoris are brain death for past 2 years and are under research by Psycho-neurologist Dr. Fhneric Dew. They had signed up to give away their bodies to science after their death, 5 years before their actual death, so the bodies were seized immediately.”
“Why wouldn’t I, the only living member of their families, be informed about this, 2 years before, when they actually died, and why…” Johanna interrupted again.
“Further details would be only revealed to you once, you show up to my office in person.”
And the line went off.

The page in the book read:
‘Name: Danette Kevenithoris
Age:17
Sex: Male
Parents: Travilis Kevenithoris and Melian Kevenithoris
State: Been in absolute vegetative state for 3 and a half days after being brain dead.’

Danette glance at the next page, but he was more concerned about his parents, that he himself forgot about the writing that lay on his desk. Heartbroken, spellbound, flabbergasted, confused, he rushed the stairs to reach the office and in the very bewildered and disoriented state, he slipped and skedded, missed many a step and rolled down the rungs and fell head first on the ground.

“I lay, not with any physical restrains or barriers, but unable to bring myself in motion. When I strained all my reserved energy to look around the surroundings, I see, meters away lay side-by-side my parents’ bodies. Healthy, alive through the medical equipments attached to them. I exhaust the very last drop of energy to shout and call out to my parents, but to no avail. I drift off to sleep, in what appears to be some kind of a lab.” Danette said.

‘Body responded an hour ago, but now lives in the world. There he seemed to be a bohemian and is appreciated for being finder of that very path.’

“‘The Introducer, the Inventor, the Inspirer of the Bohemianism! Mr. Danette Kevenithoris! Everybody!’
As, Danette walked right onto the stage with heart full of happiness, every audience cheered and praised him with open-spirit.
Danette spoke confident, focused, purposefully, ‘Our society and culture knew nothing but logic, reasons, equations and formulas; but to defy that was my goal, my purpose of life and to bring a relief to the soul through music, art, literature and emotions! Thus, I opened my heart to follow the paths of bohemian, I am honoured that my ideology is accepted and appreciated….’”

“I was present in my own story… as the main protagonist… faced with the same circumstances… just like I had written it…. years before…!”
Danette woke up again, but he still lay in Fhneric’s lab, restrained just like before. As, he was profusely perplexed as to what really is happening to him? What is his reality now? As, he again drifts off to sleep, he heard his own character, Dr. Fhneric Dew scribbling notes, while speaking aloud what he wrote.”

‘Patient Danette’s seems to take break, after a month’s time, unlike that of Travilis and Melian, for both of whom it seemed they were trapped in two different worlds individually, rescuing citizens of their own world from disaster, tragedy and devastation.
Patient D moves to the next 2nd world. (Something which noted as exception and was not noticed before for patient T and M)’.

“Danette lives in a world which has normalized Cherophobia, but he gathers and subsequently creates a society opposing the cherophobia. The new anti-cherophobic society teams up and influences the general masses to change stereotypes. Yet, soon enough their secret propaganda was revealed to the leaders of the Cherophobic world. Once their society was caught, all of them were executed and burnt alive, including Danette.”

‘Patient D wakes up once again but this time after 8 months of being in the 2nd world. Patient does not drift off to either the old world or any new world yet, as if it seems like he is taking a long break from the drifting off to worlds.’

Danette could hear what Fhneric was writing about him. Thus, in order to evaluate his present situation, he spoke to himself.
“My previous story, titling ‘Happiness is hazardous’ was a dystopian novel, so it ended with me dying, where I literally could feel the horrifying flames burn me from living to dead. The one which I saw before this was a short story, that’s the reason why it took me a month only to finish living in that world. I have realized that I live in worlds made up and written previously by myself. And the world where I am trapped currently? One with Dr. Fhneric Dew, is also written by me? Then can I mold it, change it, relive in real life again? Before drifting off to yet another dystopian series ‘Plants’ Kingdom’ I wrote? Can I bring my parents back?”

Danette tried to straighten himself up, entire body in excruciating pain, subtle weakness, numbing the limbs, eyelids glued together and an exceptionally agonizing throbbing in the head. He woke up into consciousness and saw himself lying at the bottom of his staircase.

He could not understand initially what was happening, since all that he could feel, hear, visualize, vocalize starts to make way into his bloodstream as he tries to make sense of it.

It then slowly dawned to Danette that his phone is still placed in his hand, which still have Detective Johanna’s name in contact history, so, he well understood that the injured brain was cooking up stories in its unconsciousness. In spite of that fact, the golden diary where he first initiated the new book with its main protagonist Dr. Fhneric Dew lay beside him. He knew he is late to Detective Johanna’s office, so he thought why not take a look at the diary, anyway.

As he opened the page, he realized something strange, all that he experienced till now was already written in the diary, in his handwriting itself. So, now he thought to himself…
“So, was I in a daze? That I managed to continue writing the story but I don’t remember any part of it?” Unquestionably, this parent-searching issue had made him insane and deranged!

He slowly read the pages and murmured to himself, “I usually write each of my story with some striking moral. My short story is a stark reminder to indulge in literature, art and music and preserve the humanity with emotions, my novel enforces to fight for one own’s happiness,” as and when he reached the last page, he saw, it was his own dialogue to break free and come out of Dr. Fhneric’s lab. “yes, so, ‘With correct amount of will and effort one makes impossible, possible!’ that’s my moral of my new book!”

Just as he closed the diary with a thump and moved forward aiming for the Detective’s office, pondering about the concluding lines of his new book, he stumbled on something gigantic and green, right in front of the door. He controlled his quickened pace, turned towards it to see what it was.

A voice spoke, as Danette saw the viridescent bud on the floor grow into a plant, then a wild, scary tree. Then, the single voice turned to a chorus of deadly voices, presumably of the trees, spoke, ‘Green, Green, Green! Plants and trees, germinating at the speed of light in wind, from the ground, the roof, the kitchen, even from window screen.’

Danette unfolded the final page of Dr. Fhneric’s story, turned the page and it read,
“Mind-blowing conclusion to the Plants’ Kingdom: Last chapter:….”

Danette felt a force hit him at the back, as his home turned into the mentioned frightening greenery. He fell down with a thud on olive green moss, making him bleed and itch in every nook and cross.

The shrill, high-pitched deadly, spiteful voices continue in chorus… “Revenge, Revenge, Revenge! Take each one down and then the town…”