"Woah." Olivia shuddered and looked away.
"Its over a year now, and I have not seen her. Only this lady here reminds me of her." He smiled at Olivia.
"Please what is your name again?" He asked her. She moved her eye balls to him, with her head still held straight. "Olivia."
"The only difference is the hair color." He chuckled. "Her's is black." He turned to Ailo. "Please, do you know if she still thinks of me?"
Ailo smiled. "Do you think of her as well?"
He nodded. "All the time. My little daughter misses her too."
"When you enter into the heart of this region, you might find her somewhere."
"Find her." He recoiled. "She entered this region too?"
"No." Ailo shook her head. "Her thought-form, probably. If she still loves you, she would seek for you."
"Uhm, am I the only one who hasn't yet grasped, fully well, what this thought-form thing is all about?" Alban said.
