i rode hard into the open plain and galloped toward the forest . the point is- '' `` i did n't get a rose from you , '' rob says , and i can see him very slowly starting to put it together : something is wrong . you 're responsible for the death of a million roses now , but oh my god . or do i simply lack the imagination to think of it ? `` i looked over the files that had been sent to us and decided there was something wrong with the data . 