Halocen takes the note gently in her hand reading it silently to herself. She picks up a rose hesitant to raise it to her nose to sniff it. After all, she had been burned a few times in the past few days. Anyone would be gun shy. With a shrug of her shoulders, she sniffs it, it was so beautiful even colored the way it was.

Taking a pen and paper from nearby, she writes a quick note....

"Thank you to whoever left these. Their smell, the color, was just what this Punk Rock Princess needed today."

She pressed her black lips to the paper leaving a lipstick mark...Wiping away some tears, she laid the note in the box, hobbling away on her injured ankle.