Dated September 19th, 2014

Okay, let's try this flower thing again. Granted I'm not in the best shape after my, well, Omega's fight, but I look good enough for this. And I feel pretty good. Everyone's been quiet, I think their night out burnt them out on the idea of being in charge for any length of time. Which works for me because I don't need to police them as much. Seriously, that shit gets old.

Besides, I feel like I owe her something nice after all of that. It's a hell of a way to find out your boyfriend has voices in his head. So I've got flowers - nicer than the last bouquet - and a bottle of a wine that I know she likes. I can do this. For her, I can do this. Shit, I even put on a nice shirt and jacket thing. Hell, I can't even remember the last time the Director wore anything other than a uniform.

Smoothing things down and hiding the bruises on my knuckles with the flowers, I reach out to knock on her door.