Darkness set in the gloominess of the room, only lit by two glass encased lanterns, flames rising, appearing to warm the solitary figure sitting on a hard wooden bench between these two protectors of darkness. Myeol Mang rests, slumped shoulders, drained from his futile search for Dong Kyung. Heavy hearted, knows little God must have kidnapped her for some ulterior motive.
Gazing blindly at this lifeless room, puzzles over the cryptic words from the children's book that little God so conveniently left for him to find. Obviously she is sending a message, uncertain of her meaning, not desiring to hope, he dismisses his own desires for now. All he really desires is for Dong Kyung to return by his side. He terribly misses all their time together and to have her ripped away so quickly is just unfathomable.
Quietest tap, tap, tap, brought him out of his contemplation. Rising, he shuffles towards the door, shoulders slumped, downcast, reaches for the doorknob. Head down, he slowly opens the door, dark eyes travel up from the visitor's feet to hospital pajamas. Finally, his dark eyes rest on her soft featured face, a look of amazement crosses over his tired, worn face. In all his centuries of existence there had never been a more beautiful sight than her beloved face.