Callisto didn't expect that his father could lift him a hand. He was just lucky that his mother went between them, and that dispute ended when his mother asked his father to be calm.
    Sebastian walked out with heavy steps. He continued to the front porch to breathe some fresh air. He looked at the bluish-green mountain from a distance; the tall grasses were dancing in the wind, and songs of birds—all conspired, making him forget all his problems.
    "I told you," Dorothy said. "It's not easy to get your father's approval to take care of a girl we don't even know. You have to do your best to convince him if you don't really want to let go of that girl."
    "Mom? But Stalin can't live alone. There are many mysterious things about her that you don't know," Callisto replied. He himself couldn't explain those mysteries.
    "You said it yourself. There are many things about that girl that we don't know. I think it's better if you just give her up to mental facilities. You know, I and your father were just thinking about your safety," Dorothy said.
    "You don't have to think about my safety, Mom. I'm not a kid anymore, and I just want to help other people. What's wrong with that thing?" Callisto asked. "Weren't you the one who taught me to be kind with others?"
    "There's not—" Dorothy stopped, as she realized the next words she was going to say. "There's nothing wrong with helping other people, and you must explain that to your father. I'm sure he can understand you too."
    Dorothy realized that her son was really growing up and maturing, but his actions still need to be considered. Although she wanted to help the girl too, she had to weigh all the possible consequences before taking her in.
    "But I can't do that if you won't help me. He was so mad when he went out, and he's not in the mood to talk with me right now," Callisto said.
    "That's not the problem, son. You know your dad well. Perhaps he's just thinking of anything else, why you brought this girl into our house," Dorothy replied.
    Callisto sighed. He felt relieved that his mother told him that his father wasn't really mad at him; he knew that he wouldn't be mad just because of petty things. What he was going to do could not really enrage him. He must be happy because he had a helpful son like him.
    Dorothy stood up from the couch and said, "Don't worry, son, I'll be the one to explain it to your father. For now, you and Stalin should go to the kitchen and have your meal. I know you're both hungry."
    Dorothy went out to their house, while Callisto and Stalin continued to the kitchen. Callisto took two plates, a spoon, and a fork, but it seemed like Stalin didn't know how to use them, so he fed her like she was a little child.
    Looking at the clear view of the high mountain, Sebastian was thinking about his son when an unambiguous scene played in his mind again. It was the time when the happiest day of their lives was about to happen.
    That day, Dorothy was wearing a beautiful white gown. She was walking down the aisle, and Sebastian was waiting for her right at the altar.
    Unfortunately, that incident didn't turn out to be the happiest day of their lives, because it turned into a nightmare that his wife doesn't want to remember anymore. That was the day of regret for Dorothy, not because they didn't love each other, but because the one who also truly loved her husband killed herself during that day.
    Everyone was surprised at what that woman did. They called it a bad omen, saying that the couple wouldn't have a peaceful married life, and that was also the reason they left their hometown and lived in the city.
    "What are you doing here, huh?" Dorothy asked. She noticed her husband holding his head, and the expression of agony was displayed on his face.
    It seemed like the nightmares of the past were bothering him again. Dorothy approached him with worried expressions and led him back inside their home.
    "I already told you to take your medicine and stop looking at that mountain, but you still did, so look what happened," Dorothy reprimanded while helping her husband sit on the couch.
    "I'm sorry, my love, but something always compels me to go out and stare at that mountain," Sebastian replied. "You know, it wasn't because of Callisto that I went out. I'm not really mad at him."
    "You don't really have to be strict with him. He just wants to help that poor girl. And, are you sure that you're just fine? Don't you want to consult a doctor?" Dorothy asked.
    "I'm not sick, as you're trying to say. At least amnesia can't be considered a sickness," Sebastian replied, trying to ease the tense situation. "Just tell me something you're not telling me so that I will be enlightened."
    Dorothy wondered what this thing was that she hadn't told her husband yet. She already told him everything, almost every day, but he always forgets them, though. He was oblivious, and she couldn't blame him either. Perhaps it could help if she'd write down everything so that he could read it if he forgets again.
    Moreover, it seemed that Sebastian didn't have that simple kind of amnesia but an Alzheimer's disease because he could even gradually lose control of himself as he was brought by his own feet outside their house, and his hand wanted to punch Callisto.
    "Okay, my love. I will tell you anything, but first you must tell your son that you're not mad at him, or else he will feel bad," Dorothy said.
    "Do I really have to apologize?" Sebastian asked.
    "He's your son. He will understand wherever you're coming from," Dorothy stood up. "Come on, don't be so shy about your own son. He will not eat you."
    Sebastian was still not in the mood to apologize. How unmanly would he be to do that? But he also knew that he couldn't really hurt his own son, and although reluctant, he followed his wife because he knew his mistake.
    They walked towards the kitchen, stopped right at the door, and stared at their son and the girl, whom they didn't really know, but it seemed that they were so intimate to be just friends with the way Callisto would feed her. They couldn't help but be worried about their son; he was too young to take care of other people.
    "Look at him. Our son doesn't really have any other intention than to help that girl who can't even help herself," Dorothy whispered, then embraced her husband.
    "So, what do you think is the best thing to do?" Sebastian finally asked.
    "What else? We can't just let our son do that thing. If possible, we have to support him since he wasn't doing anything wrong at all," Dorothy suggested.
    "Okay, let me talk to him first." Sebastian slowly walked towards them, while Dorothy just stared at them with affectionate eyes, thinking how adorable they were.
    Callisto and Stalin had just finished eating their meal when Sebastian sat down on the chair in front of them. He had no idea why his father was seriously and curiously looking at Stalin's face.
    "There's something wrong," Sebastian whispered. Something he couldn't remember, but he knew for sure that this girl in front of him was involved.
    "Where did you take her?" Sebastian asked. "Why won't you bring us to her place?"
    Callisto was so glad that his father considered visiting Stalin's house and getting to know her more. They prepared themselves before going, wearing their coats, while Dorothy and Ruth decided to stay at home.
    Along the way, Callisto told his father that Stalin's mother wasn't buried yet, and there was no one else who could take care of the burial, and because of that, Sebastian took the responsibility of giving the woman a proper burial so that she could live in peace.
    "There's one thing I want to tell you, Mom, Dad," Callisto said in a serious tone. "Stalin was cursed."
    "A curse?" Sebastian asked. "What kind of curse?"
    "It's a kind of curse that transforms her identity during nighttime and daytime. She's completely a different person during these two times," Callisto explained.
    "You will be mistaken for an insane boy, son. There's no such thing occurring in this world, at least not at this time. But I think that's completely impossible," Sebastian said.
    "I know you won't believe me, Dad. But if you can see her transforming into a beautiful girl, you will be amazed—and for sure, your belief will change," Callisto defended.
    "Now I see why you're so eager to take care of her. But then let's see if you're really telling the truth," Sebastian said.
    The three of them eventually arrived at Stalin's house. It stinks inside, as if there was a dead animal or maybe a dead person. Seeing the wooden coffin, he couldn't endure the smell and began to wonder why they just let the corpse decay.
    It was so disrespectful, but Sebastian knew that it was no one's responsibility to take care of it but her own daughter's, and her own daughter must be put in the booby hatch due to her mental condition.
    "It's still early. We shall wait until dusk comes so that we can watch Stalin come back to her real identity," Callisto suggested.
    "Do you notice anything wrong?" Sebastian asked.
    "Something wrong? Such as the bad smell? I also smelled that, Dad, but we can do nothing, and you shall stop complaining if you won't ask an embalmer to embalm Stalin's mother."
    "No, that's not what I mean. I have already called an embalmer. But what I mean is that the girl you're taking care of was gone. Do you know where she went?"
    "What?!" Callisto exclaimed in shock. Where did that crazy girl go? He wondered, but he didn't know, and his feet immediately brought him outside their house. He turned around and began looking for Stalin.