It requires a most serious rearrangement of her schedule and indeed her residency habits between the house and the room she still keeps at the Gallows (a fact she strictly does not divulge to Mr. Ellis). Nonetheless, the clay pots are watered as required. And while she has no particular skill or indeed even interest for the growing of things, there is something shockingly pleasant about spending a few minutes in the early morning before the day becomes quite so hot in the company of someone else's careful work. The lavender smells sweet. There are small green shoots growing in the planter beds. The garden is such a different place from what it once was just ten months ago.

The next note doesn't come attached to anything. It is just a small piece of parchment, prettily folded into the flat shape of a flower and set with his things. The room to write at its center is very small. In a spiraling pattern, it says:

Mr. Ellis. You are, I believe, rather well traveled. Is there a particular place which you recall as your favorite? - W.