Not sure who Monja's trying to convince, her son or herself. A lone tear rolled downwards, just as Lloyd left the room. The 13 year old is not that gullible and is seriously considering giving Christopher a call and to give him a piece of his mind for making his mother cry. Meanwhile both swapped souls: Christopher and Jin-Woo clutched at their hearts as a wave of Monja's phantom pain washed over them. For Jin-Woo it feels like a punch to the gut, however for Christopher it feels a thousand times worse.
Jin-Woo: *He walks towards the kitchen, his heart racing. His mind racing. He don't know why he'd offered to make a bottle, having now idea how to prepare the formula and how to preform a warmth test*
Christine: *She bounces the crying baby, her eyes narrowed.* You better. And hurry up about it! *She sits on the sofa, her exhaustion evident.* Seriously, Christopher, sometimes I feel like I'm doing this all alone.
Jin-Woo winces, the guilt intensifying. Across the world and solitudes, Christopher is reeling from the phantom heartache. He feels Monja's distress acutely, a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest. Something's wrong. He has to do something, but what?
Jin-Woo: *He stares blankly at the various containers in the kitchen pantry, overwhelmed. The phantom pain is almost unbearable.* Just breathe… think. Powder… water… bottle… right? *He fumbles with the formula container, his hands shaking slightly.*
In Seoul, Jinah enters her brother's apartment, a concerned frown on her face. She finds the guy who looks like her brother, pacing restlessly, muttering about Monja.
Jinah: *She places a hand on his shoulder, her voice gentle.* Oppa… oh, I mean… Christopher? What's wrong? *She hurried into the kitchen and retrieved a glass of water* Here, drink this and tell me what's happening?
Christopher: *He turns to Jinah, his eyes wide with panic. He clutches his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The phantom pain is a crushing weight.* It's Monja… something's wrong with her. I can feel it.