Sam never had a reason to go back home after leaving his boy again during that beautiful summer's day, but he found himself reverting back to his old habit of returning home when Rose left for work. It wasn't until the scene changed to the haunted forest that Sam realized he was returning back to hell. He immediately stopped his car in the middle of the road. After a short while of sitting there, and then regaining his consciousness, Sam pulled off to the side of the road. It was a foggy morning close to the bay, and quite cold, but Sam had the top up, and he was quite unfortunate to have forgotten a jacket. No matter, the sunrise burned away the fog as he decided to continue on the road until he came across the brown hilly expansive land where not even a house or tree was in sight. The beautiful red orange sun hung easily on the top of the hill ahead of him, and once the pink sky was in full bloom, Sam had found a small grove of trees off the side of the highway where forget me nots were waving hello to him in the cool breeze of the early morning fog that still hung close in the air of the field.

"One rose, two. Three for the hearts of lonely doers. Two for the only people I care for, and one for the real hero: me." Sam began to pick specifically the tallest of the blue flowers and proceeded to rip away the non flowering buds that gripped onto the fuzzy stem so that only the pretty, light cloudy white blue petals were left. Later on, he planned to paint the yellow centers blue to match the rest of the petals. He additionally made sure to dust away the mustard yellow pollen that plagued the flower and made his nose tickle.

By the time the sun was high in the sky, burning a bright yellow between the remaining mist in the air, Sam had made it back to his hazardously parked car, and drove down the road. The quiet morning had given rise to the late easy goers, and Sam was now experiencing the rush, which, in response, he silently hummed himself to boredom. The radio had nothing acceptable for the morning mood, which seemed to irritate poor Sam even more. After not even a minute passing, Sam decided to take a more secluded road inland to the south of the city and then connect back to the main road to head up north. So, by the time he had made it back to the street he recognized and even the little glass flower shop, the sun had truly burned away every last little bit of fog. But that shop was truly a glass house for everyone to look into and judge the beautiful roses before even introducing their physical bodies to the shop. A glass house could never sustain our humanly needs of protection against others' outlashing remarks. We need time to think, to formulate ideas without society breathing down one's back and having their ideas protrude from another dead cold mouth, for we have truly lost ourselves to society once we fully conform to bend to their every whim. Who's to say anyways whose opinion is right or wrong, or who is destined to be damned or not?

Sam believed he did not understand—let alone care—about others opinions or emotions, but his heart seemed to race as he walked into the glass house, exposing himself to everyone. But no one was there at the counter in the warm floral shop, and Sam suspected he was saved by an unearthly creature. However, Darcy walked in from the back, and proceeded to make herself known to Sam.

"Hello there, can I help you?" Before Sam had to forcibly speak, Rose walked in with gloves and a blow torch.

"Rose! What have you been doing?" He asked quite paranoid about her appearance, but had no visual or verbal explanation to what he had imagined Rose was doing.

"Burning roses." Her tone of words sounded so innocent to Sam's ears; Her soft features of today's blossoms was probably the cause. "Why, what's the matter?" Her accusations were suddenly translated to worry for Sam, as if she really did care for such a man. It's what Sam would have wanted anyway.

"I brought blue flowers for you, but I haven't finished trimming them and—"

"Say no more." Darcy cut him off and allowed him to the backroom where he painted the insides of the flower blue, and tore away at the fuzz on the stem so the smoothness matched with the consistency of the area where the buds were ripped from. Then, after Darcy marveled over the beautiful flowers, she gave Sam any color of his desire for the ribbon to tie the six perfectly manicured forget-me-nots.

"Ms. Sunshine, I beg of you to never forget that I never meant to hurt you. I beg you to not misinterpret my flowers as they have wronged me in the past. Please, I do love you, but does that have to be the same love as family, lovers, or even constitute that love as infidelity toward my righteous and destined life? I shall be exiled still with these flowers for thy graceful care." 

Yet, no matter how many times he told himself this, Sam always thought he was the one in the wrong, and not Cecile. He wanted to show his respect for Rose by promising her friendship as well as staying close and never anger his lovely Cecile. Sam wanted to give the flowers because sometimes we forget to tell the people we love how much we care and how dear they are to us. Maybe by having Rose forgive Sam, all would be well even if Cecile never forgave Sam in the end for his insanity. Just as long as Sam's roses never lost sight of his loving nature, they would never wilt in his eyes, but Cecile made sure she cut the connection.

Darcy allowed closing the store early since Sam helped with the burning of the roses. He let Rose drive them back to her place where they decided to watch a movie together and have lunch. However, up until this point, Sam had not given the flowers to Rose, and he was nervous of her reaction, so, instead of facing rejection, Sam just put the forget-me-nots in a black coffee cup, and left them in the corner of the kitchen counter to be forgotten. He realized the problem last time was that he confessed his untrue love for Cecile, and Cecile could see through the fallacy. Rose, though, at the time, knew this was only a misconception, but just pretended to be unaware of the false truth.

In the midst of the boisterous feeling of the comedic movie, Rose laughed till she felt dehydrated and light headed. She began to have a wicked headache. However, as she began to raise her lethargic body from the couch, her head pounded immensely hard with the pulsating rhythm of her quivering, beating heart. Sam watched her as she impishly got up and staggered a bit before falling to the floor with a loud and audible thump.