There is my darling. My wonder. My all. There he is. Do not think I will be able to do that. Shall I find the perpetrator who harmed us? I thought such hatred towards whoever harmed us last night. Those voices most peculiar . . . how they sounded actually familiar. My husband took care of me and I him. There is my darling. Never again. Never again. "Oh Reana. I am here for you. Those voices were so familiar. I do wonder where they came from. " "Will, those voices shall not prosper in bloom in our house from such decay without a rose again." The next night there was a flower on my darling's mouth, and the other. They looked so much in bloom. Hopefully they will wake up soon. I know I am ancient yet these are true darling's. Quite worth a rose.