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Memory «Ye, so you can take a few new pictures for your Instagram too. Make sure to use a lot of hashtags too, so that many people will get to see them and you'll have many more likes.»
He shakes his head. «I didn't share every day the same pictures. It's just old ones though. They have no place in this reality anymore…» He looks away for a couple of seconds.

Elton. «No, i expect my father to exist in my life, instead I am an orphan.»

He approaches Elton and wraps his arm around him, even when he tries to break free, he doesn't let him escape and pulls him with them to the house.
«Mollayo, they haven't told much about her to anyone. That I know.»
He closes the door once all the children are inside. «Hurry near the fire to warm up, gaja!» He brings MoMo to the couch and forces Elton too.

Memory «If there isn't, you can invent it. One can make any hashtag, even if there is none. Others might look for it and be waiting for someone to create it.»
He moves his hand on his phone and holds it tight. «Those memories will be there for me, I won't delete them.» At least pictures don't go anywhere.
«I would stop existing the next day. Maybe it would have been better that way, for myself, but… my child needed me and I couldn't abandon him. I owe him my life twice, now.»
HaoLin's eyes widen at the revelation.

Elton. «Sure, to be the hero. That's what I need a hero dad for.»

«They aren't, i have turned everything off before leaving.»

Memory «You can make hashtags in different languages too, just search on Google how to translate the words.»
He shakes his head. «I don't think it would be good for you. Nor fair. I also think that your appa would be furious if I did such a thing and he'd misunderstand, probably. I don't want him to think I'm trying to dig myself a spot in his family.»

HaoLin. «The next day his reality would end and merge with this one, so instead of him there would be Hoo…»
He looks down. «That's why I needed your phone… so I could show appa the pictures from this reality and he'd know I was telling the truth…»

«I would have believed you even without the pictures…»

HaoLin. «But I don't know what other time I did it…» He looks at WonPil.

«You don't know because it happened before you were born. But… it's a story for later…» He sighs.

Elton. «Guanciale is on the floor, I poured it on the snow that went through the door in front of your very eyes.»

Memory «Ye, BTS are the most popular, you'll get a lot of spam from armys who want you to like their posts and follow them.» Like Honey Joo.
«What would you like to know, in the specific?»

HaoLin. «I just… made my own considerations. But it was obvious! Hoo is younger than appa and had a completely different life. Appa wasn't the same person with a different background, like the others, which could only mean that his own reality ended.»
He looks down. «I should be the angry one. I would really have wanted to see if it had been him to lose one of his children, if he'd not try even the impossible to have them back and just tell himself to accept the situation.»

He wraps his arm around Jamie as he looks down. He wishes he could do something to comfort them all for their loss, but at the same time he fears to do the wrong thing.

Elton. «Because whatever.» He wears headphones and leaves to his room.

Memory «You weren't any different. MoMo is from my reality. Elton… I'd say he was the exact opposite than now. Loud, affectionate, passionate…»

Hao. He takes a deep breath. «If you travel back of two months in time, you will find the same exact person you are right now, but younger of two months. If I travel two months in time, I will find "Hoo" who is several years older than right now, with totally different background and personality.» He points WonPil. «If Hoo goes back in time of two months, he will find himself wherever he was two months ago.»
He sighs. «I heard what he said. And how he was so harsh at my dad because of it, when he wasn't even present when I did it… he can be mad at me and punish me, not my appa, he didn't do anything!»

«Hao, you should keep an eye on him…»