It's snowing heavily, to the point of covering the street outside this house where you and Aleksander will be staying. Since it's freezing you have decided to stay inside, but Aleksander left the house just now; unbeknownst to you. Suddenly you hear the door creak with a succession of footsteps.

Aleksander is covered in snow. In his hand is a rose. He looks at you and has an empty face, trying to smile at you but can't. "It won't survive long with this weather, but I thought you would like it."