Audrey stepped out of the way, nearly being knocked down by a steaming Mr. Mushnik. It wasn't unusual to for him to be in such a mood but it startled her nonetheless. She glanced back at him shortly before pushing the swinging door open and poking her head out to the front of the shop. Seymour was sitting on a stool, head in his hands. His shoulders shaking slightly.

"Seymour?" she said, slowly walking in.

He looked up at her, and moved his hands off his eyes and settled them on his cheeks. He wasn't crying but he looked as though he might.

"Seymour, I…" she hesitated and walked to his side.

She crouched down beside him and looked at him. He looked back, his hands unmoving but his eyes wide with bewilderment. Audrey felt the need to reach out and touch him, wrap her arm around his shoulder, hold his hands, tell him it would all be okay. She couldn't. She'd look silly. Suddenly she had a better idea.

"Seymour!" she exclaimed, "You never showed me!"

"Huh?"

"Last night, rememba'? You said you were going to the wholesale flower district. Did you get any…"

He jumped up before she could finish and hustled down the basement stairs. She rose from her squatting position and breathed a sigh of relief. He returned just a second later holding a rather small pot. From it sprouted a what looked like a small head with soft pink petals resembling lips.

"Bizarre," she breathed looking down at it.

He smiled.