Talk:Infirmary/@comment-4960703-20120322000116/@comment-3009929-20120323223009

''The sun is covered by clouds momentarily, shading the room. In that instant, a had reached out of a nearby wall and placed blood-red roses upon a desk nearby the bed Trina lay upon. Affixed to the flowers was a sealed note. The flowers were fresh, recently picked. To the common observer, it would seem that the flowers were an oddity. They weren't there before, but the naked eye would have to accept the fact that they just missed seeing them before. Conor's hand reached back into the shadows, a mere tenth of a second later, the sun returned, and the room became brighter again.''