I should be barricaded at home, scared like the rest of them. But no. I'm out walking the streets, sure my mind is about to burn out. The last thing I need is to run into a snot-nosed kid with a stolen alien artifact. Both seem to have something to do with the vines invading the city, but why should I care? Unfortunately for me, the vines care. Includes the complete BONUS story, "In the Cauldron"