Lenny followed, as they arrived in a grassy field that never seemed to end. The sky was a mirror, and each blade of grass seemed to have shards of glass on the tips. "Step carefully," he said, picking a blade of glass and looking it over. He looked up, observing their reflection, and made some adjustments to his appearance. When he decided it looked even more like him, he decided he'd had enough.<br/><br/>"I think, a lot of things around here are probably odd," he said, thinking.