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Daisy strode into the silent office and slammed a bonsai tree down by the sleeping head of Jonathon Sims. Jon jerked up and stared blearily at her, sleep crusted at the edges of his eyes. She glared at him and jerked her head at the bonsai tree.

"Trim it," she said. "Helps with the urges."

Jon stared after her as she stormed back out of his office before turning his gaze to the small tree she had left on his desk. He lifted up a hand to brush a finger along the branches, wondering what he was meant to do with them. Daisy had told him to trim the tree and he knew that was the general practice with bonsai tree.; he also knew that there were specific ways to trim the tree and those he didn't know.

He supposed he could, if he really wanted to. He briefly considered it but remembered Daisy's words about how trimming the tree helped with the urges. Seeing with the Eye was probably the opposite of what Daisy intended. Even as he settled on that course of action, the knowledge of how to care for and trim a bonsai tree trickled into his mind and he groaned, thumping his head down on his desk.

He glared up at the silent tree he could feel judging him with all the power of Daisy Tonner. "Sorry, Daisy," he mumbled at the tree. "I'll keep trying."

A few months later, Jon was sitting in a safehouse in Scotland in front of a window staring out at the scenery. In front of him was a bonsai tree that he was running his hands over and thinking about the friend that had given it to him. She had given into the Hunt in order to help him stop Peter and Eli—Jonah and save Martin.

A cup of tea settled gently at his side and Martin wrapped his arms around Jon from behind. "You alright?"

Jon hummed. "Yes, just thinking about Daisy. She gave me this to help fight against the Eye."

"She'll be okay," Martin said. Jon knew it was a lie, but he also knew that that was pure Martin all the way. Still, the lie helped him feel better, so he accepted it for the moment, stroking the bark of the tree to avoid Knowing anything.

"Thank you, Martin."