“Where did you get that?” 

“This?” Shuhua held up the colouring book she was working on, “I dunno, Soyeon unnie bought it for me.” 

“No,” Soojin pointed to the child laying on the floor next to Shuhua who was colouring the sun black. “ That .” 

“The pencil crayons?” 

“Child, Shuhua! The child!” 

“Oh.” Glancing to the child beside her on the floor, Shuhua patted his head. “I found him downstairs.” 

Wide eyed, Soojin croaked, “Down…” Her words trailed off as if her lungs ran out of air, “Shuhua!” 

“Shuwa!” The child chanted, head down, as he coloured the sky green. 

With a crooked smile, Shuhua cheered, “Shuhua!”