Sometime after the best man's speech, but before the cake was cut, Nick rose from his table and headed towards Wicked. It was probably stupid to come here, but it wasn't something he was gonna miss, his situation be damned. He was using an image inducer and he knew nobody would recognize him. Nick was safe, but he couldn't stay long. He deliberately brushed past Wicked on the way to the rooftop exit and muttered an apology. There was a pressure on her hand as he put a folded piece of paper against her palm. When his hand met hers there was a strange fizzle, like the crackle of static on a television, and for a split second his image seemed to shift. Just for her, just for a moment, he was Nick. Before she could register what she'd seen or had a chance to open the note in her hand, he was out the door and gone.