She looked upon that burn, and memories flashed across her face. A burning house, lit by the flame of bad cooking. She chuckled at the thought. She wondered if that house was still burning. It certainly had a knack for continuous flame. She smiled at the name Terry. She didn't know why.<br/><br/>She just did.<br/><br/>"A rose huh?" She said. "What is it for? Does it symbolize anything? Or is it to commemorate someone?" She very much understood honoring people. She had an entire flower garden dedicated to it. "Oh no." She thought. "I need to tend to my garden! It's probably dying in the rain, but it's so far...". She realized she said this out loud.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat.