Martin ran down to the corner to buy a bouquet. He knew it wouldn’t be enough to make up for his mistake, but it was a start. He didn’t know how he was ever going to apologize enough to Kim to make up for losing the medallion. He was the one that pressured her to try it, to experiment with swapping bodies for a bit. And he was the one that was supposed to keep it safe; he was keeping it around his neck while they were swapped. He wasn’t sure how or when it fell off, but when he returned home and realized it was no longer there, he knew what that meant.
It meant he’d be in Kim’s body for the rest of his life, and she’d be in his. They were stuck as each other. He knew he’d be spending a lot of time over the next few days trying to retrace his steps, trying to see if he could find it again. He also knew he’d been spending a lot of time saying “I’m sorry.” And he’d be saying it again and again in as many different ways as possible. Flowers were a start, but he still had a LONG way to go before she’d forgive him.