Ghostmouse-
The flower ceased it's clucking and looked up, Well now, that DOES
seem a rather challenging endeavor, it's not what I myself would do,
though I grant it's very heroic and exciting.  Sharon rudely 
harrumphed, Oh, and just what would you do, then?  

Well, said the flower, I'd just keep on going as I have been, right 
through the hole in the center.  Looking up, Sharon saw that indeed,
the stalk of the plant did cut right through the center of the disc of dirt,
she hadn't noticed the sunlight streaming down through it before. 
Without taking leave of the flower Sharon scurried up the stalk of the 
plant. She was just about to grab the edge and pull herself up when
someone leaned over, looking into the hole. She found herself looking
up into the eyes of a young man, about twenty, she would guess, 
he leaned into the hole, looking down at her with his face resting in his
hands. He had the darkest blue eyes she'd ever seen, and jet black hair
streaming in a wild mane down his back.