Therea is suddenly plunged into an unfathomable swirl. She cannot comprehend the speed at which events have conspired against her, to roundly take her back, to square one in life. This was a sure case of something startling, where one thought they were safest; her past had come back, in broad daylight, and thrust her in one gigantic nightmare.

Behind the not so pleasant looking apron, nurse was a sure classic in exuberance. One would be highly forgiven, to sympathize with a man of the ilk of Zake, always prying without abetting.

The house is suddenly engulfed in an atmosphere of uncertainty, fright, and apprehension. Not only has Gofu just slipped off with the children, but he has also imprisoned the minds of Zake, Therea, and the guards into the world of tantalizing conjuncture.

Therea is momentarily stunned by Gofu’s almost passionate reminder of the deep past that she thought had been safely buried in the mist of new comfort. She glances at Zake, who is as abrasive as ever.

Gofu realizes the shock he has inflicted in his small audience, with some element of glee. He plucks the courage to take a few bold strides forward, and Therea is petrified again. The children run toward their mother, and position themselves in vantage positions of refuge.

The ferry danced and swayed from side to side, shoving the passengers with every movement. There was outright panic, and with passengers deciding that they were endangered, their reaction was all the more contributory to the instability of the ferry.

Gofu is in dire pain, but struggles to his knees, he is still indignant and laments the brutal treatment. He is hopeful that this boss might intercede, and probably admonish his officers. “Why do you do that? Why the violence?” but Zake the boss is impressed

The door flings open and behold! Zake enters the room. He is what one would easily classify as a masterpiece in costume and decoration; he is immaculately clad, dressed to kill kind of. His crimson suit must have been specifically tailored for him.

Gofu is overtly scandalized by Therea’s threats that he would be made to pay heavily, for whatever it was. He looks hard at Therea almost with an element of scorn, before deciding to straighten up, while moving away from her.

Gofu is taken in by the elaborateness in this suit, he marvels at the details relating to the splendid lighting, furnishing and state of the art electric equipment and gadgetry. He muses almost to himself “I am back, and what a homecoming?”

…Responding to Therea’s patronizing call, Mudge dutifully dashes into the room to a scornful and searching reception. “Someone is at the door, find out,” spits Therea. It is at defining moments like these that Mudge is most doomed.

It is Monday morning in an upmarket residence, seven stories up an apartment complex, complete with an impregnable electric fence, blinding search lights, and commando trained sharp shooters on guard.