"6 o'clock!" Mushnik banged the desk and headed to retrieve his coat. "Krelborn, whatever you're doing to that plant, keep doing it. Don't mess this up, kid! It's just getting bigger and more interesting!" He opened the door to leave and turned back for one final time. "Against my better judgment, I'm counting on you. Do not let me down, understand? Good night." He then looked over at Audrey and lingered for a second. "Good night, Audrey."

She didn't move. She didn't even flinch. Seymour closed the door behind Mushnik and walked over to Audrey. She had been sitting behind the counter for hours, he couldn't even remember the last time he had heard her speak. "Au-Audrey? Are you okay?"

She nodded ever so slightly, had he not been so fixated on her, he would've missed it.

"I don't think you are...you seem a little shaken." He put hand on her shoulder only to have her yelp and jump up, causing the stool beneath her to tumble to the ground. That was what she needed to remind herself of where she was. She quickly stumbled to pick the stool up.

"I'm so sorry! I'm fine, just tired! Well, I had better head home, it's after six! Good night, Seymour! See you tomorrow!" She was clearly trying to conceal whatever she was feeling behind a heightened Audrey facade; chirpy and upbeat.

She was practically running across the street to her apartment. "Are you sure you're okay?!" He called.

Without turning back, she replied "Yes!" No.

He watched her head into her apartment before finally closing the door. He turned to Audrey II with a puzzled expression. "What's going on with her, Twoey?" There was no reply. Obviously not.