Fighter is in his sitting room in an apartment he rented even before the wedding cancellation between him and Type. Before he met Tutor, he has been feeling down in the relationship but he didn't want to hurt Type's feeling. He may sound selfish but he wants to be happy as well. He is going through the snapped pictures of documents and assets of the The Thananan family. Seventy percentage of the assets in the Thananan company is from the two partners of Tharn. He knows their deaths were very suspicious but he doesn't know if the father or the son, or even the both of them are involved in the deaths. Even if he takes it to court, he doesn't have enough power and evidence for it to be taken serious and he isn't even related to either of the partners. He is  working as fast and hard as possible to make sure nothing happens to Tutor in that house. If the former husband and wife of Tharn were harmed and possibly killed, what's stopping that from happening to Tutor.
     
      Type is seated on a bench in a green field. The sun is mildly shining on him with just the right wind blowing him frequently. No matter how hard he tries to wipe out the tears, it still continues over pouring. He realises he is still holding the box Sarocha gave him. No way is he going to call that woman his mother. He opens the box and sees a blue bow tie. He takes it, rubbing it smoothly with his fingers. He feels a memory but it is very foggy. He places his palm on his forehead to calm the headache. He drops the bow tie beside him and sees a wristband with his name written in the center of it. He rubs it smoothly and another flash of memory comes.
  He sees a woman who he feels is his mother pushing him on a swing. They are both singing children rhymes and giggling loudly. It disappears and another image appears. He sees the same woman feeding him ice cream with another man who is playing a guitar. They were having a picnic. Then another image appears.
  He is hiding behind some thick green bushes with little sunflowers and giggling silently. He raises his head a little and sees another boy his age looking around, as if searching for him. He quickly goes down when he sees the other boy almost turning to see him. Suddenly, a pair of boots appear and he looks up and sees a man grinning at him.
"Who are you, Sir?" Type asks meekly.
"I'm your friend." The man quickly puts a handkerchief over Type's nose. Type struggles but he falls asleep.
   Type gasps remembering what happened to him as a child. This must be the man who kidnapped me. He looks around the field with little children and parents walking around. This was the place he was with his parents having ice cream. It's like he remembers the location of his house but he isn't sure but he must risk it anyway so he stands up taking his belongings with him and rushes to side of the road. Luckily, he sees an empty taxi and enters it heading to his family, his real family.
   Tutor looks himself in the mirror. He is wearing a jean trouser with red polo. He had to sneak some clothes into Tharn's room so Mr. Thananan won't suspect a thing about their relationship and how they are sleeping in separate rooms. He exits Tharn's room heading downstairs and slips. He tries to grab onto something to steady himself but it happens quickly. He falls down the stairs, somersaulting on each staircase. When he reaches the last staircase, he hits his head on the tile and falls into unconsciousness. Henia rushes into the living room and sees Tutor lying unconscious on the white tiles with blood leaking out of his forehead. She screams, covering her mouth with her hands. Immediately, Tharn and his father rush in the living room with shock in their faces.
"What happened?" Tharn asks kneeling beside Tutor.
"I don't know. I heard noises so I came out to check and saw him like this."
"Call the doctor." Mr. Thananan tells Henia who rushes to the kitchen where a telephone is bolted to the wall.
    Type's taxi stops in front of a house. He steps down and pays the driver who drives off. He looks at the red bricks forming a fence for the building inside. He remembers running around this place but he isn't sure when. He walks closer to the black gate and knocks gently. He knocks again but no one answers. He notices the gate is open so he walks inside the compound of the building. By his left, is a large garden with trees and short grasses and a swing. He remembers playing with his mother on that swing. He keeps walking slowly nearing the white painted house with large windows. He can see some sofas and chandelier in the house through the windows.
    Mai walks out of the house and sees a young man who seems like he is lost.
"Can I help you?" Mai asks.
"Mother?" Type blurts out unexpectedly.
Mai feels her heart almost explode. She has been in this situation so many times, from fake ones to nobody being present when they were asked to come.
"Are you mistaken? Are you looking for someone?"
"Mom, it's me Type."
Mai walks closer to her son. She doesn't know if he's her son.
"See these." Type opens the box and shows it to Mai.
"Oh my God," Mai gasps seeing the wristband she bought for him for Christmas and the bow tie he's father bought him for his middle grade graduation.
Mai doesn't know if this is a dream or not. She doesn't care and she hugs her son with tears leaking out of her eyes. She tries to hold herself from crying so much and soon her cries turn to wails. She hugs Type tighter rubbing his back.
She steps back and rubs her son's face and hair. "I can't believe your back. Oh my God." She hugs him again. "I thought I would never see you again. Thank You God for bringing back my son."