While Ana was recording at the present time, out of the Bailey of the castle. There was someone searching for her soul that night. Breaking all the rules just to find her, at any cost . Eyes were his storyteller, which was covered in pain, fear and care, selflessness and bothersome thoughts of hers were on his mind. He was Lucas. One of his hands kept dialing a number saved as
' Mirror ' continuously, while the other kept his grip on the straining wheel of the jeep passing the hillside of the northern mountain.
" Dame it!" With a loud voice he hit the brakes, as the slope ended.
" Why aren't you picking up your phone?!?! Please Mirror, please. Don't be reckless, Don't get trapped by them. I want to talk to you. I need to say all those unsaid, unpretentious words to you. Where I could comfort you."
Thoughts aghast him,and all he was left to think….about them in his mind.