The memory brings you to a house. A cozy little log cabin with sunflowers growing in the front yard. The sun shines high in the sky with soft fluffy clouds in the air. Everything seems idyllic and peaceful .... and it's in sharp contrast to the two men standing before it. One with black hair and the beginnings of stubble shakes his head as he reaches the door, expression drawn with grief and resignation. It's enough to snuff out the sole glimmer of hope in the blond man's expression, and he stares down at the ground instead.

"Tai, I....I don't think we're going to find her."

"What are we going to do?"

"I don't know."

"When should we tell them?"

"...I can look for her again. One more time. And then--"

Inside, two little girls remain soundly asleep. It's early in the morning, still. And you're deciding how and when to turn their worlds upside down. Even knowing it can't be your fault, it feels like the largest misfortune you've brought yet. It's just not fair.