Lady Flora was on her usual rounds at nightfall but was unable to spot her walking companion, Sir PM at any of their fave hangouts. Tired, after her search didn't meet with success, she decided to get a tad adventurous, and stepped into the Oval Maidan for some fresh air — it was a space that didn't otherwise appeal to her, despite Sir PM's many requests in the past. "Maybe, it had to do with the increasing number of squatters that she had spotted during an earlier walk," she told herself recalling why she had never really warmed up to the space.

Much to her surprise, she could spot a familiar outline in the distance. It was Sir PM! He was craning his neck while gazing at the stunning Victorian Gothic ensemble from the centre of the maidan. "Pheroze, are you avoiding me?!" exclaimed Lady Flora. Sir PM was so startled to hear her shriek that his spectacles nearly dropped off his nose where they were comfortably perched until that moment. "Lady Flora….it's you! How did you find me here? I knew you didn't like this route, so I decided to come alone after I heard about the win…" he began to explain, trying hard to convince his friend.