Doth his eyes deceivth him or did he seeth the greenest of pastures that ever a human hath laid wondrous eyes upon?

He blinked. Uhh.. What? Simon pursed his lips and tried to figure out whether or not this was a dream. The boy glanced down at his clothes to make sure that he wasn't wearing his pajamas because if he was, then it HAD to have been a dream. It wasn't a dream. He pinched himself. OW! Definitely not a dream.

With wide blue eyes, he continued into the room with widened blue eyes. There wasn't any snow. He had forgotten how wonderful and green grass looked. He turned to the Professor. "Hello Professor. I'm glad to see grass here. I almost forgot how green it was. How are you?" he asked and then made his way towards Zander and Grayson. He made hand signals to them as if he was saying, 'SWEET MOTHER OF MERLIN!! GRASS. GRASS. HOW? WHAT? WHY?' Simon could have spazzed out about all of this; however, he kept quiet.