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Saizo smiled at the comment about his messy bed, and reached for a song book by his bed which he used to keep the door propped open as Annette explored his room. He took a seat on his bed where he left his Shakespeare book and watched as she walked about the room smiling. She stopped right in front of the rose vase on his window sill, where she counted out the roses, which made Saizo's heart beat faster and faster with each consecutive count. She knew, and when it came down to the missing rose, he would have nothing at all to say in reply. Suddenly, she turned around to him and said, "What happened to the twelfth rose," before he heard her also say, "I know it was.you."

But, strangely, she didn't move her lips at all to the words he heard, wich puzzled Saizo even moreso than the earlier occurances and mentionings. That didn't matter at all right now, Saizo thought, just say something and see what happens. Don't Blow it, Saizo stood up from his bed, a psuedo-puzzled look upon his face as he said, "I don't know. It dissappeared not too long ago. Maybe you have a clue as to where is went?" He began to approach Annette,only to be interrupted by a loud crash down stairs, which sent Annette downstairs in a hurry. Saizo began to pace around, muttering to himself, "Damn, did I blow it? What to do! What can I do?" He looked over to his belongings, and as he heard Annette rushing up the stairs, he quickly spritzed his ocean cologne on his neck and tosxsed the bottle onto the bed.