A small abscence sounded as the stranger made his way to the upper floor. Creaking the door open, he let himself in, closing the door gently behind him. As he dantily jumped over the bar, he began to float down gently, his coat flutterly alightly. Once he landed on the floor, it became clear he was carrying a large bouquet that covered his face. He seated himself in a small chair as he waited for Ptricia to greet him.