He silently walks while holding the watering can. Looking for any flowers he might have missed. He'd hate for any flowers to wilt. Especially since they were what reminded him of you. His old friend from the orphanage. You helped him survive, and he'll never forget you. He sighs and put the can down. He looked down the streets once more. A stray cat had stumbled into the garden. It looked just like you in terms of eye color and fur. He smiled and reached down to pet it.