[He pictures the windows in his own room. There's nothing there. They used to have a large fish tank in front, but since the jellyfish died, it's only occasionally had some books set on the sill. They would look nice with flowers.]

Maybe something really colorful because it will all be snow soon?

[He crouches to pull out of a bag of potting soil from one of the low shelves. As soon as he's grabbed it, he drops it again- and half falls over himself, losing his balance as he has a vision. A rainbow hued group of skeletons, distant music, flashing lights like in a club, bones clicking as the skeletons... dance? The vision is short and he's right back to his task, wincing a little. Potting soil obtained, he sets it on the table near the front of the stall.]

I'll get right back to you, Becky...

[His bag is in the corner near the gardening tools and he retrieves a notebook from it. He quickly scrawls down what he saw and shoves the notebook back in the bag.]

Okay! What size pots?