We are all planted in something. Religion, drugs, money, love, success, revenge, and countless more options. These things give us hope. They give us purpose. They give us something to be rooted in when a storm passes through, an anchor of sorts. When Brooklyn Oswald, who had very fragile roots to begin with, is uprooted from her contented existence and thrust into a lifestyle contradictory to her value system, will she survive? Choosing between two good options is difficult. Choosing between two bad options is even more so. With seemingly everyone out to kill her, life has got to be hard, but her roots have to find soil somewhere. A choice has to be made. Will she germinate? Or will she wither? "Sometimes things are exactly how they seem, no matter how much you deny it."