Trisha screamed as the plant's maw effortlessly slipped over her head, almost sealing her in the hot, sticky tomb if not for her grip on the tree, which had begun to loosen as the plant began to sink into the ground.<br/>"Whoever you are, please hurry..." Trisha whispers in the dark confines of the plant. She knows he is her only hope at this point, and can only pray that whoever had told her to hang on could stop the Sack Vine from making a meal of her...