Another flash of scenery, an ocean view. Waves crash along the shoreline, a solitary figure sits on a gray rock, head turned down, soft auburn hair pulled into a ponytail, shoulders drooped, deflated posture, a single foot kicks at the sand. Crestfallen, Myeol Mang, closes his eyes, tears forming in the corners, as echoes of her voice are heard, Whenever I wanted to cry, I always sat here, like this everyday. Since I was young. Shakes his head, opens his eyes, views the woman he loves sitting in pain.
Distantly a phone rings, a soft childish voice answers, he finds himself standing in the hallway of the very young Tak Dong Kyung. He watches sorrowfully as this little vision answers the phone, soon to receive news her parents died in a car accident. In the other room, little God sits on the floor, playing with Seon Kyung, gently strokes his hair, as he smiles up at the strange lady. She says, "You are responsible for everything that disappears. As you know."
Frustration reaching it's limits within, rounding his shoulders, pulling his head down, tightening his fists, yells, "STOP!"