valentine's

[ Meanwhile, Ann is still getting her bearings in this vision. She looks around the room, the neighboring hallways, but there's nothing about this place that she recognizes—and she has no idea how to get out. ]

Um...

[ He draws her attention first to him (she doesn't recognize him either), then to the arrow on the table, and she walks closer to inspect it. Wait, an... arrow... for Valentine's Day? ]

Huh? Well, kinda. You're supposed to get people chocolate for Valentine's Day.