Erland let out a deep sigh, looking eye to eye at Frode. He calmed himself down and asked, "What are you trying to say?"
Frode walked past Erland and spoke. "Oh nothing...It's just that your delusion of having her back seems hilarious to me."
Erland remained in his place whilst Frode has already disappeared into the dark behind him.
"(Am I really delusional?...)" Erland thought to himself. He shook his head and then walked forward. "(No...If I think too much about it, I'll lose hope.)" With a calm expectant pair of eyes, he looked up from where the moonlight shone through the water and the glass, leaving a faint light on Erland. "(I'll hold onto even the slightest bit of hope I have for her.)"
In the morning, the six of the seven gathered together in the same table with their breakfast in front of them, exquisite as usual. Everyone else were munching on their food except Erland and Ciara who has already finished theirs.
