[Celuien]

Down, down, down into the valley went Panakeia, all the while tripping over flowers of many bright and cheery colors. As she went down the slope, she began to think that she had found a place where she might be, if not happy - for what happiness was there without Anakron? - at least content.

She reached the bottom. No flowers were to be seen at the bottom of the basin.

"Where have all the flowers gone?" she cried.

"Young girls picked them, every one," came a sudden reply from a not-so-young girl, wearing a wreath of flowers in her hair.

Slowly, other garlanded people approached. A circle formed around Panakeia.

"When will they ever learn?" they sang.

"Uh. I don't know." Panakeia was suddenly nervous. She didn't like being surrounded, particularly after the cab driver's frightened reaction to the valley.

"Where are you going?" another asked.

"I don't know. There is no place I'm going, really."

"Come along then. Follow the Tambourine Man." A tambourine was readily found, and a song was played, and all went following, sweeping Panakeia up in the midst of the parade.