Nova woke up with her hotel room filled with smells of flowers surrounding her. With a yawn, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"Morning, Claire."

"Hey, Nova. Late night last night, huh? It must have been good because the flowers just keep coming."

"Huh?" Nova sat up seeing her room filled with flower bouquets. "What is all this?"

"Here. There's a note."

Taking the letter she looked around the room in awe. Opening the card she looked up at Claire with confusion. "It's from Becket. "

"Well, read it."

"Nova, I know you said you needed time, but I know that we've spent too much time apart already."

"Wait?...