You feel it's probably best to let the woman tend to her own business, she seems pretty busy, after all. You step around her, making moves to head back into the thick of things. "Excuse me," you would think her voice would sound frail but its surprisingly firm. You ignore her and keep going towards the path that you think might have the best results...at least until you get a sharp whack to the back of the head. You yelp and turn, but whatever she used has disappeared from few. "Was there something I could help you with?" You hesitate, putting a hand to the back of your head to gently press on the tender spot. Slowly, to avoid anymore whacks, you tell her about the swampsquach. She frowns in a considering way. "Oh I think I've seen such a creature before. He wanders around from time to time. I could tell you more if you just help me with a bit of an errand. I'm quite old, you see."

You accept the offer and the smile she gives you is like a very warm grandma – but also vaguely threatening. "I just need three bleeding tooth mushrooms and two indigo milk caps. Could you have them to me by the end of the day?" You agree and head off into the woods. Once there, though, you make a beeline to get as far from her as possible. You feel slightly guilty, but she DID whack you on the head, you don't think normal etiquette applies here. You're soon enclosed among vines and branches that bend down towards you. It feels a bit claustrophobic actually now that you think about it. You continue forward but the sun above the trees begins to spin lazily, making the colors blur together. Sounds are louder in your ears as you continue on the path you've found.

You take a moment to lean against a tree, trying to will the dizziness to pass. It's as you stand there that you see it – its about the size of a human man, but it has the fuzz of pond scum on it while also having the slick looking skin of a frog (writer's note: not one hundred percent sure on what the swampsquach looked like/if it had a look, put this as a place holder). You lift your camera up, but your line of vision keeps wandering. Just when you think its in focus, it seems to go out of focus again. No matter how much you try, there never seems to be a good picture. You force yourself to stand very still (except you don't think you were moving before?) and snap a picture....right before you pass out.

You wake up in a cool room on a firm bed. The coroak and the alien with no mouth are sitting there beside the bed. "It's all right," the coroak says when he notices that you're awake, "no one has gotten a very good picture of the swampsquach yet." He lets out a very startled croak when he gets his arm hit.