Cate woke up the morning after, sleep entrapped in her eyelids. She remained on the small bed, allowing her to wake up fully, and looked around the room she had just become accustomed to. The faces on the posters around her had become familiar and she felt that she knew them on a personal level, even though she didn't even know their names.

Maybe it was because the color of the boxers peeking out from his blue jeans was gold instead of red unlike the other five men, but one of the faces stood out to her the most, the one man in the center of the poster she did not recognize. She could have asked her “family” who the six men were, but she decided not to; it's not like she would ever meet them or listen to their music. At least, she assumed they were musicians...

Cate sighed as her eyes drifted over the closet and spied her empty suitcase poking out from behind the door. It was almost time for her to leave and go back to her home in New Jersey that she shared with Anya. She wanted to go back, but she wished that her time in the new country had lasted a little longer. She had noticed that the boy who had been chased by the mob of girls almost a week earlier was in the music shop every time she was there and had become intrigued by him. She couldn't make out the features of his face completely because he always wore a different hat and sunglasses. He was a little suspicious, but she seemed to find herself drawn to him. She was a little sad that she would never see him again.

Unconsciously, her eyes went back to the poster of the six men and rested on the one in the center. Her attention was brought away abruptly as someone threw the door of her room open.

“Noona!” Thunder cried as he ran over to the bed and jumped on top of her. The air in Cate's lungs blew out in a rush when the little boy landed on her stomach. “I don't want you to go!!!”

Cate laughed when she regained her breath and hugged him close, “It will be fine. I will make sure to talk to you after I leave, okay?” She raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for a response.

Thunder looked up at her with sad eyes, “Oooookay...”

Trying to cheer him up, Cate tickled the pouting boy, “Since I'm leaving, I won't be able to do this anymore!” Her maniacal laughter mixed with his high-pitched squeels.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!” he cried through his laughter.

Cate stopped tickling him and smiled at him, “You have to be good for your parents, okay?”

Thunder nodded his head quickly, “Mm!”

Cate's smile widened as she tousled his hair, “Now get out of here so I can get dressed. Can you help me pack my things