A week passed in a blink of an eye. Kimberly Lee had already settled into this new world and began to make countermeasures and some preparations.
This morning after breakfast, she took a cab to a certain address in the host's memories.
After such a long time, Kimberly hadn't really made any progress with the little bud at home. He was cold, stingy with his emotions, dull and rarely said a word despite exhausting every means trying to coax him. All day long, he never stepped out, just spent his days locking himself up in his room. When talking to him, he usually gave her a rare glance which seemed to ask whether she had become a lunatic.
It wasn't surprising as the two (with the host) were always in a cold war and infact, with the kid's high level of intelligence, Kim was sure that he might start to suspect her quick change of attitude and personality, whether his mother had been swapped with a different person.
