Waking up in the middle of the night, Thomas opens his eyes, gets up and looks out of the window, feeling lost as if he doesn't know where he is. The water is pitch-black, and the sound of the waves sway like a wandering spirit. In the distance, the sky and the sea are connected, and it is not known where the boundary is. After Allen left the island, Thomas's daily routine is added one more item. Every day he and Sally stand on the beach where Allen left, looking at the dimly red and hot sun together. Now it is dark outside, and the eyes that had been stinging painfully are relieved these days. The scene of departing from Allen always makes Thomas short of breath and his eyes hurt. Every time he goes to the seaside with Sally and recalls all kinds of memories with Allen, the discomfort is even more serious. He has to restrain himself from recalling that memory. Or, just stand by the window like this, looking at the darkness and desolation, those discomforts would never appear. However, Thomas still takes Sally to the beach and stands there for a while every day. He is looking forward to that discomfortable moment. The ignorant and painless darkness calmed Thomas's body. Suddenly, a scream broke out in this silent night. Thomas thinks he might be the only one who heard that scream, because everyone else was asleep and they would never wake up in the middle of the night.
Mom comes in and, as always, walks towards Thomas with a smile, holding an iron tray. "Mom, I don't feel well," Thomas says, touching his chest and rubbing his eyes. The stethoscope scratched away Thomas's hand on his chest. After the injection is completed, Mom rubs Thomas's hair and says, "You are the smartest child." Looking at the closed door, Thomas tells himself everything is fine, nothing wrong.
There are several more observers around Sally today. They point at the numbers show on the instrument. Sitting in front of the piano, Sally's fingers press the keys, but her eyes are looking straight at Thomas. Recently, Thomas has been answering questions slowly in class. Each picture is displayed for a longer time and there are more questions for him. The observer shows a picture, and discomfort gradually emerged and filled Thomas' whole body. It is a vulture, staring at a thin and prostrate child. The observer asks, "What do you see?" This is a simple question, but Thomas cannot immediately answer it. That thin and weak body has a huge head on top. The body could not support it. The forehead touches the ground. Death stares at the child through the vulture's eyes. The child is struggling for living. And there are tens of millions of lives in that ancient land. Facing disease and hunger, confronting war and violence, they are still struggling for living. Thomas's chest is compressed severely and the eyes are so painful that they could hardly be opened. This time, Thomas paused his answer for even longer. The observer asked again. For the first time, Thomas says, "I don't know."