I want you, despite my feelings for you and yours, to show her what she's not seeing.

Blinded by her own lack of memories, and now by the fluttering flowers of love. This Alice doesn't know her ending yet, and she'll never know it unless you---and this wretched mundane---helps her find it.


And you can keep your silly bouquets out of Queensland, thank you. I'm sure she's told you all about the kind of flowers we keep here.