Founding his self in that dark mudy pit that he fell in. He looked up, and said: "I can't keep being here, I need to go back."
"Do you really want to go back?" Answered the muddy plant, "to the light? To trying? To have your face melting out of depression while you try to stretch a smile out of it?"
"Yes", he said, "or else I will be here in the dark forever."