"We'll see it done then. Hopefully my memories of training will return quickly. I'll be able to do much more to help when I am myself again."

An idea comes to him and he digs in his suit jacket pockets for his pen and notebook. He tears a sheet out from the pad, lyrics and notes are scribbled on the pages before it, then he quickly jots down a name and address.

"I go regularly to a flower shop here in the city. Thistle Do Nicely. This is the address. Pay them a visit and let them know your contact information. I'll update you on my condition and the on goings at Pride by having them send you bouquets and notes. Pride will likely know if I start calling someone outside the company but they've turned a blind eye to my flower purchases."