Through the smoky air of a nearby forest fire, you lead Frankie, a statuesque ginger, out to your favorite place. They do not know why they are there. You encourage them along until they sink up their knees in sloppy mud. They go further for you, ruining their silver unitard and grossing them out completely. The ooze sucks them in deeper and deeper. However, you walk away, leaving them to be, as they bob up to their neck in the bottomless ooze. The forest fire draws closer, and the sun casts a red hue on the scene. They struggle to claw their way out.