Stepping through the vine-covered door, they entered a hidden glade where the seasons seemed to coexist in harmony. There, atop a rock, sat the witch, looking more sad than wicked. 'I've been trapped by my own curse, unable to leave,' she confessed with a sigh. Tina and Gerry realized that by solving the seasonal riddles, they could free her too. 'Will you help me look after the garden?' the witch asked gently, and both eagerly agreed.