"Seymour, could you tell me what's going on?" Helen asked, sleepily, dressed in her night gown, as her brother dragged her up the stairs into the shop, having woken her up from whatever sleep she'd been trying to get. She noticed that he looked scared about something, but she didn't know what.

"We're leaving this place, Helen," Seymour told her, "for good."

"Really?" Helen said.

Seymour nodded and quickly pointed at the counter, saying, "Wait here. I'm gonna get Audrey and be back soon."

He started to leave, but Helen shook her head and grabbed his arm, saying, "No, don't leave me! I don't wanna be alone." silently adding, 'Don't leave me alone with the plant.'

"I promise I'll be back," Seymour told her. "I won't be long."

Helen reluctantly let go of his arm and he quickly left the shop, going out through the exit to the alley. She gulped nervously. She was scared beyond belief and being alone in the shop with the plant just intensified her fears. It had been a long time since she'd prayed, but now was as good a time as any to. She shut her eyes and clasped her hands, silently praying for her brother to hurry up. The sooner he got back, the better. And then she heard it. A deep singing voice.

Hey, little lady, hello

Helen's head shot up and she looked around.

"Huh, who said that?" She said.

You're lookin' cute as can be

"Hello? Is someone here?" Helen called, as she stepped away from the counter.

Her brother had said 'stay here.' He hadn't exactly told her to stay by the counter.

You're lookin' mighty sweet

"Seymour?" Helen called out. "Is that you?"

And then, she heard the voice directly behind her.

No, it ain't Seymour

It's me!

She turned around and gasped when she saw who had spoken. It was the plant!

"Oh my God…" Helen said in shock.

The name is Audrey II

This plant is talkin'

The plant gestured to her with its vine, as he said, "To you!"

"I-I don't believe it," Helen said, wondering if she'd been smoking something instead of her usual cigarette.

"Believe it, baby," Audrey II said to her. "It talks!"

"A-Am I having some kind of weird drug-induced dream?" Helen asked, as she blinked in confusion and looked around as if somebody other than the plant in front of her could give her the answer.

"No," Audrey II told her, "and you ain't in Kansas neither."

"Something's wrong here," Helen said to herself.

"Do me a favor, would you, puddin' pie?" The plant said.

"Uh…sure?" Helen said.

"I need me some water in the worst way," Audrey II said. "Look at my branches. I'm drying up. I'm a goner, honey!" Then he sang.

Come on and give me a drink

"Well, I dunno if I should," Helen said, starting to get a little wary.

Hey, little lady, be nice

Helen started to let her guard down a little, as she said, "Well, if that's all you need?"

Sure do, I'll drink it straight

Helen took a look at the plant's branches, before she said, "Your leaves are dry, you poor thing."

Don't need no glass or no ice

"Alright, where did my brother put that can?" Helen said, as she walked behind the counter to find the watering can.

Don't need no twist of lime

Finally, Helen found the can and said, "Here we go!"

And then the plant said, "AND NOW IT'S SUPPERTIME!"

Before Helen had time to react, a vine wrapped around her hand, forcing her to drop the watering can, while another vine wrapped around her wrist and another vine draped itself around her shoulder and wrapped around her waist.

"Hey!" Helen shrieked, as the plant laughed evilly and told her, "Oh, relax, doll face, and it'll be easier!"

Helen started screaming, as the plant's vines began to drag her towards its maw and she tried to drag her feet into the ground, to no avail. Once the vines had pulled her into the plant's maw, Helen continued screaming, as the plant bit down on her again and again, before she was all the way in and she lost all consciousness, after the plant's teeth had punctured her sides. She didn't even feel herself slide down into the plant's stomach, heck, she had the feeling that her body wasn't even moving or breathing. And then she heard the front door open and her brother search for her.

"Helen?" She heard him call out. "Helen, where are you?"

"Helen ain't here, Seymour," Helen heard the plant say to her brother.

Helen woke up with a scream and started gasping in shock, before she quickly looked around. She was in the room that she and her brother shared, dressed in her nightgown. She quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her, before she looked herself over in the mirror. Her hair wasn't any more messy than it already was, her body didn't have any puncture wounds, and her nightgown wasn't messed up or stained with blood.

"Just a dream, Helen," she said to herself. "That's all it was. Just a dream."

Turning the faucet on the sink to cold, she began washing her mouth of the taste of bad dream.

The next day, Helen was the only one in the flower shop to do closing. Seymour had gone out to the dentist and Mr. Mushnik was out, getting some business done. After Helen had finished closing, she sat down at the counter and pulled out her diary. Just, as she pulled out her pen, she accidentally dropped it and it rolled across the floor, stopping a little past Audrey II.

"Shit," Helen swore, before she walked over to get the pen.

But, as she was walking over to where the pen was, she failed to notice two vines from the plant snaking over to her. Once she stopped where her pen was and turned her back to the plant, the two vines rose up behind her and attempted to grab her, but missed as she bent down and picked up her pen. When she picked it up, she had the feeling something was behind her and the vines quickly dropped to the floor, as she turned around. Nothing was there. Just the plant and two vines laying at her feet.

Weird. She'd remembered that the vines had been right by the door close to the counter near its pot. Having an uneasy feeling, she walked briskly back over to the counter. Maybe she was being paranoid or her nightmare from last night was getting to her, but she didn't wanna move the vines back to where they were supposed to be. She was afraid that if she did, the plant just might come alive on the spot and eat her.

Easy, Helen, she thought. It's just your nightmare getting to you.

Once nighttime came, Helen went to bed early and fell into a deep sleep. And as she slept, she didn't hear a voice saying, "Chop it up. Feed me!" the sounds of an axe chopping something up, something being fed to something, or even the sound of laughing.