The conversation taking place around her as per usual, Annie sedately stood and moved toward the bench that Sam had been occupying when she'd found him. Sitting down, she glanced upward and back - her head practically touching her shoulders - at the tree growing behind the bench. Straightening up, she turned a little so she could see the flowers that had been planted around the trunk and noted that most of them were in the process of dying from lack of proper care. With a small frown she ran her fingers lightly across the wilted pedals of one of the arrangements. Slowly she began to smile as the flower straightened up and lost its wilted appearance.
Turning back to the duo, she smiled at them. A heartbeat later a soft tune - the theme to A Summer's Place - began to sound out of the flower. It was muffled, not nearly as loud as it would have been were she still in her garden, but it was recognizable nonetheless.
Then her attention cut across the way, to the alley across the street, and her eyes narrowed a bit. "Bad," she stated flatly and the music abruptly stopped. "No."
A heartbeat later she seemed to relax and the song returned, having never missed a beat. Annie gazed somberly at Al and Sam. "Bad place. Bad 'oogeymen."