Cash walked home. He almost tripped on some sort of tendril. He looked at it. It was a sickening purple. "..what the.." the long vine-like thing stretched far out. He would have checked it out if Quinn wasn't waiting for him to cross the street. 

"..I'll ask the others about this later." He promises himself. 

Cash enjoyed a bowl of Mac and cheese, went to bed, and couldn't stop thinking about the weird vine. It was weird and it made him worry.