“Sung Yeol, what are you doing?”   Myung Soo has just taken a shower and walks out to find Sung Yeol delving through—what he believes is—Amber’s drawers. Without feeling disturbed, Sung Yeol keeps looking as he moves on to the wooden shelf next to the desk.   “Amber’s photo albums and diary.” Myung Soo’s eyes widen at this response. Sung Yeol clucks his tongue at his futile effort. “Where the hell did she put them?”   “I believe she wouldn’t be leaving her diary lying around and about the photo albums, don’t you have some photos on you at all?” Myung Soo suggests.   Sung Yeol halts his investigation and plants his hands on his hips as he glares at Myung Soo. “You don’t say.” To be frank, he knows he could do that, but he believes Amber’s diary would have more effects on Myung Soo than photos could. Sung Yeol wants Myung Soo to know what Amber has gone through.   Myung Soo blinks and swallows back his response. Somehow, he feels rather uneasy around Sung Yeol. He is not sure whether it is the ten years lost time or something else. He feels like something is different with Sung Yeol and he has a foreboding feeling to find out what it is.   Sung Yeol takes his phone out and beckons Myung Soo to sit on the bed. Myung Soo follows and positions himself next to his best friend. A reunion which he expects to be filled with Sung Yeol fooling around about his trip to Africa turns out to be a rather serious one in Toulouse. He expects to be reunited with Sung Yeol in Paris, not here to have been with Amber and… his child in the past ten years.   It is not that he does not believe Yuri or Min Ho, or even Sung Yeol. The idea of him having a child, as well as the fact that Amber is still alive, feels so surreal and Myung Soo could not help but wonder whether his hallucination is playing up on him or he has been transported into another world. Furthermore, he has not seen Amber around.   Sung Yeol’s nudge brings Myung Soo’s eyes to the phone offered to him. He moves the pad of his thumb on the screen and a video starts playing.   “Twinkle twinkle little star,” the little girl sings away even though her eyes are laid on the children’s story book on her lap. Her soft, dark brown hair is put up in a ponytail and she is wearing a white long-sleeve shirt and white leggings under her black skirt. “How I wonder what you are…”   Sung Yeol watches as Myung Soo’s eyes slightly expand and become as smooth as glass. His breath hitches as the little girl continues singing slowly.   “Up above the world so high…”   “She—” Myung Soo starts, but another voice in the video takes his words away.   “Time for lunch,” a familiar voice announces.   Myung Soo recognises the voice. A woman saunters over and picks up the little girl onto her lap, one of her hand holding a small white bowl. She looks different, Myung Soo muses. Her side fringe remains the same length, but her hair is longer and is put up with a pin. She looks more mature, a grown woman who is able to take care of matters on her own.   “Oh, Amber! I’m recording!” Sung Yeol’s grumble is heard and the woman looks up to him.   She gives an apologetic grin. “Sorry.”   The video stops at the woman’s smile and the phone screen turns black as the video ends. Myung Soo’s jaw drops a little and he begins to take deep, shaky breath. Sung Yeol takes the phone away and places it before Myung Soo again to show a photo of a ten-year-old Paris smiling widely to the camera. Sung Yeol uses his thumb to slides on the screen to show a series of photos that he has of Paris from recent to her baby photos. For the next hour, they sit there in silent as Myung Soo attempts to absorb every photo and every word Sung Yeol says to explain them, as well as to tell him stories of Paris in the past years. They laugh at some point and suddenly, the atmosphere is not as tense as before anymore.   I’ve missed out so much.   As this goes on, things run through Myung Soo’s mind. The proof is there. Amber is still alive. And they have a daughter.   “She is really cute,” Myung Soo says, holding back his tears. He could not hold back his smile. He finds himself unable to wait to meet the girl.   “She is,” Sung Yeol agrees, taking his phone back to look for that photo he took when Paris was born. It is saved in another folder. “This is when she was just born.”   Myung Soo gasps at the sight of a familiar photo: a baby wrapped up in a bundle with her hand poised before . “Oh my God” is all Myung Soo could manage.   The way Myung Soo looks at that particular photo is different to when he sees the others and Sung Yeol notices this. “What?”   “I’ve seen this photo.” Before Sung Yeol could ask “How?”, he already carries on, “When was she born?”   “Eighth of August ten years ago.”   “Hyun Ah showed me this photo before,” Myung Soo stutters fragmented sentences. “She said it was her friend’s baby…”   “What?” Sung Yeol manages to say, though this fact does not surprise him anymore since he comes to know of Hyun Ah’s scheme this past ten years. He has been trying to contact Hyun Ah, but to no avail. “I tried to call Hyun Ah, but she didn’t pick up. Do you by any chance know where she is?”   Myung Soo’s brow creases in concern and he immediately makes a call to Korea. When the line is connected, it is Sung Yeol’s turn to frown.   “Krystal! Hey, it’s me, L.”   “L! Are you in France?” She sounds excited to receive his call, unfortunately, Myung Soo is not there to share with her about his trip.   “Yes, I’m in France. Listen, are you with Hyun Ah?”   “No. She should be at home,” Krystal suggests tentatively, becoming concerned herself.   “Where is she then?” Myung Soo wonders. “Can you please check where she is and let me know? Thanks.”   After the phone call is ended, Sung Yeol questions in curiosity, “Who’s Krystal?”   “A friend. She is pretty close with Hyun Ah now.”   Putting his phone away, his forehead is still knitted due to the predicament they find themselves in. He very much wants to reprimand Hyun Ah, but remembering how weak she is at this moment holds him back. He rubs his face with his hand in frustration. He takes a deep breath and turns to Sung Yeol.   “Thank you for showing me those photos. Thank you for taking care of them. And thank you for doing… things that I should be doing if I knew about it.” He sighs. “I don’t know