Hesitantly pausing your search for an escape, you walk behind him. He bends over and pulls a dusty and yellowed card out of a box of gardening tools, and presses the list into your hand.

He says, gesturing around the room. He then picks up his watering can and toddles off, leaving his right foot behind.

After arranging all of the flowers into a bouquet, you set it down on the side of the water fountain. Another bolt of lightning flashes outside and in the far corner you see Tina Terminal, smiling. She’s standing next to a wooden door. As the light fades away, so does she. The door is still there though.