How many times I had yielded or had been too late just to witness a copy of Titanic—well—gone, I could barely count. For every place that I set my feet on—which was overwhelmingly lot as it was part of my job description—I always made sure to drop by a video store just in case.

I entered the only video store in Brooklyn, New York that I had not visited yet, hoping with all my heart to finally get my hands on that thing I had been seeking for all these years. I walked around the place, checking out random films from time to time, until I reached the Classics section. Then to my great surprise, it was there. Right in front of me. The one and only thing I had wanted to find more than I ever wanted to find a copy of Titanic.

"Soojung," I could just barely make the sound of her name out.