Appearing outwardly calm, unmoved by today's earlier excitement, Myeol Mang comfortably sits on his couch, holding an open book, not reading, lost in contemplation. Dong Kyung watches the nightly news broadcasting the dramatic suicide of a murder with nether a mention of them as bystanders. Puzzled by his reaction, asks, "You haven't flipped a single page since earlier. I was right. You had a reason. Did you punish him?" Sitting on her couch, comfortably rocks back and forth, watches, quietly waits his words and reaction. Not looking up from his book, he says, "Punish? Don't flatter yourself. I have no interest in that." He drops the book down to his lap, stares forward, lost in thought. Still watching him closely, says, "Then it's not your interest, but your fate?" He softly says, "That's so grand. He just bothered me." Sitting on the edge of her coach, readies to rise, she mumbles, "You keep saying things 'bother' you. You told me I bother you too. But that guy and I probably aren't the same." Confused himself, says, "What would be different?" Walking over to the kitchen sink, turns on the water, begins scrubbing blood out of her shirt, says, "I'm not sure. How are we different?"
After not receiving any response, she asks, "Hey should I wash yours…" Turning around, faces an empty room, it seems, as usual he has disappeared, not wanting to answer any difficult questions. Sighing, sadness sets in, alone as always, she prepared for bedtime.