The first thing that Bonita noticed as they entered the grand ballroom sized living room was how closely situated the furniture was. It was as if it was organized in such a way to give a homey feeling as opposed to a cold one like she pictured many homes of this size to give off. Seated in one of the vanilla-colored armchairs was a middle-aged woman with a book. Nearby on a small loveseat was a middle-aged man with grayish white hair. His face still retained its youth, making him look like a silver fox as he looked up from the newspaper he was holding and towards the door.

"Jeongin! What brings you home so suddenly?" asked the woman, looking up from her book and putting it aside as she heard him enter.

"Hi mom," said I.N as he moved to walk towards his mom as she stood from her chair, giving her a hug.

"I haven't seen you lately...not ever since a month or so after everything that happened," she remarked, conveniently glossing over the mention of Chris' death. "How have you been?"

"Good. Felix has been helping me a lot," said I.N as he released his mom from the hug to gesture towards Felix who stood near Bonita and Bang Chan.

"It's nice to see you again too, Felix," said I.N's mom as she looked at him.

I.N's stepfather had been relatively silent the whole time as he kept his eyes on Bonita and Bang Chan. One look told you that life had taken its toll on him. Depression hung over him like a cloud, weighing him down as his gaze remained on them.

"Jeongin, who are the other two with you?"

"These are some new friends Felix and I made that I'd like you to meet," said I.N, moving over to Bonita to start with the easiest reveal first. "This is Bonita."

"Oh my. She's very pretty," remarked I.N's mom, causing a blush to tint Bonita's check as she ducked her head.

I.N blushed himself as he nodded, watching as his stepfather gestured towards Bang Chan as Bonita still held his hand.

"Who is he?"

I.N bit his tongue as he tried to think of an answer. He wanted to say 'Bang Chan' but knew that it would give away that something was up. Thankfully Bonita spoke up to fill in the gap, remembering the name that Minho had given to him.

"This is Lee Haechung," said Bonita.

Before anyone could mention how odd the name was, I.N moved to take a seat beside his stepfather on the small loveseat.

"Dad," said I.N, "I came because I had to ask you something. Something about Chris."

The name brought with it a wave of pain that flickered like a flame of his stepfather's face before he turned from I.N to look back at the newspaper.

"What about him?"

"Did you know that he was receiving death threats before he died?"

"Why are you asking this now?" asked his stepfather. "He's dead. It doesn't change that."

"But it could," said I.N as he reached forward to grab one of his stepfather's hands, causing him to look up at him. "I don't think what happened to Chris was an accident. I think he was murdered by whoever sent him those death threats. If you know anything, please...you have to tell me. It's not too late to catch whoever did this."

"I really appreciate your words, Jeongin, but there's no use. We can't change the past," said his stepfather. "I failed to protect Chris twice..."

"What do you mean twice?" asked I.N as his stepfather sighed, still not able to meet his eyes.

"What I mean is, I think it's time you heard the reason why we moved away from South Korea in the first place."

- - -

"Where is my son?"

Dripping wet from the storm going on outside the police station, Mr. Chan stood in front of the receptionist at the police station. A cacophony of telephones ringing in the background along with the unintelligible chatter just seemed to add to the chaos that he was feeling. He had meant to be home far earlier in the day, but work had demanded his full attention for an extended period of time. He couldn't help but to think that if he had been home when he had promised that this wouldn't have happened.

"Your son?"

Mr. Chan became irritated that the woman was trying to act clueless about his son's whereabouts, trying to simmer his irritation as she asked him to produce his ID. The longer it took for him to reunite with his son, the guiltier he felt about the whole scenario.

After what felt like a lifetime, he was led to a room where his small son looked even smaller in a chair in the corner. He was wrapped in a blanket, hugging it about himself so it looked like a cape as his teary eyes stayed focused on the floor. A teddy bear that one of the officers must have gotten him at one point in time laid sideways on his lap, looking like it was about to tumble to the floor.

"Chris..." said Mr. Chan with a sigh of relief.

The teary eyed four-year-old looked up at Mr. Chan as he rushed over, immediately kneeling in front of him and wrapping him in a hug.

"You're okay..." Mr. Chan breathed out, keeping his arms about him.

"Mom...is she?..."

Mr. Chan didn't know what to say to his son at the moment. Anything he'd say would be a lie, so he instead opted for remaining silent and hugging him.

A knock at the doorway then had Mr. Chan turning to see a passive faced officer there. Realizing the officer probably had questions for him as well, Mr. Chan reluctantly released his hold of Chris to stand up straight.

"I'm going to just be out in the hallway...okay? I'll be right back."

Leaving his son even momentarily caused the guilt to seep back in as he stepped out into the hallway with the officer.

"Do you know anyone that might have any ill intentions against your family?" the officer asked almost immediately.

"Of course not," said Mr. Chan. "Did you catch whoever is responsible yet?"

"We're looking for the culprit, sir, but we don't have much to go off of. The only eyewitness was your son, and he can't recall the details."

"What do you expect? He's only four!" snapped Mr. Chan.

"Yes, but four-year-olds aren't incompetent," remarked the officer. "He can't recall anything about what happened even though we found him right next to your deceased wife. He is more than likely suppressing the trauma."

"He's a kid!" said Mr. Chan again. "He probably doesn't even know his mom is dead."

With the knowledge that whoever the murderer was, was still out there, Mr. Chan knew what he had to do next. He didn't trust a police presence outside the house to be enough. He knew that he had failed his son once and refused to do that again. Later that night, he had informed his company that he would be working in a location overseas. By the time the morning started to peek its head above the horizon, Mr. Chan and Chris were at the airport with tickets to fly to Australia.

- - -

"I was hoping the move would keep Chris safe with the killer still on the loose. His memories of what happened to him and his biological mother that day were suppressed in the trauma of it all. It was what led to him suffering from nightmares for the next few years that took just as many years of therapy for him to attempt to overcome. I thought that we had managed to make a successful and happy life for ourselves in Australia, but when he turned nineteen, he was adamant about coming back to South Korea. I figured that surely the murderer must have been caught or moved on. I also couldn't change his mind so I came back with him. Shortly after I moved back with him, I met your mother at one of our business conferences that she was catering, Jeongin. We got engaged, married, and then became a family."

I.N sat there, taking in all this information that he was being told. He remembered Chris' hesitancy to play the main character in his pilot, starting to connect the dots.

'Maybe he was hesitant because he was worried his mom's killer was still out there somewhere,' thought I.N. 'Could the death threats not have been my fault after all?'

"To answer your question, I knew that something was off with Chris, but he never informed me of the death threats," continued his stepfather. "I should have been more adamant in demanding to know what was going on and in not, I failed him again."

Tears welled up in his stepfather's eyes then as he moved a hand to cover his face, fighting back the flood of tears that overwhelmed him. I.N's own eyes were glassy as he thought about what Chris had gone through. However, it hardened his resolve to think that the accident wasn't really one.

"No you didn't. We have an opportunity to find who really did this to Chris," said I.N as a tear or two slipped free from his eyes, Felix walking to get tissues for both I.N and his stepfather.

"How though when the police couldn't?" asked Mr. Chan.

"Because we have him."

Confused as to what I.N meant, Mr. Chan lifted his head to look towards Bang Chan. Using his free hand, Bang Chan slowly started to strip away the pieces of his disguise until what looked like a ghost from the past stood before the whole room.