"Mom, what are you doing in that box?" Callisto asked his mother, but she was not replying anymore. "Didn't you promise me that we'd have an unforgettable vacation, but why aren't you moving?"
    Callisto wanted to cry, but he prevented his tears from falling as he knew that his mother wouldn't be happy seeing him sad, despite the truth that he couldn't act tough and his vulnerable self was coming out. It certainly turned out to be an unforgettable vacation, a nightmare he'd never forget for the rest of his life.
    "It was all my mistake," Callisto blamed himself. He left her mother alone at that time, and he chose to take care of other people, though he couldn't even take care of his own family.
    Looking at her mother's pale face, Callisto tried to convince himself that everyone's time to die wouldn't refuse to come, as he always told himself, but still, he couldn't prevent himself from crying over his mom's unexpected death.
    There were many things Dorothy hadn't told her son, and she couldn't tell him anymore, as she could do nothing right now but lie inside her coffin. It was still traceable in her eyes that she was worried about what could happen to her husband and son, especially that the felon was close.
    Meanwhile, Sebastian wondered why he was mourning his wife's death if he could follow her anywhere he wanted. But his son, he remembered, would be alone in this world if he died too. His instinctual drive was telling him not to care about his son, while his superego wanted him to think carefully before taking actions.
    It was the saddest, slowest, most unforgettable day that happened in their lives, but life still continued as long as they didn't want to give up. So, they just believe that there was a reason why these things were happening, though they wish they knew what these reasons were.
    After a week or two, Dorothy and Stalin's mother were buried on the same day and at the same cemetery. There were only a few people who attended the burial; only those who were concerned attended, and it shows that a lot of people didn't care.
    "I'm sorry again for your loss, Callisto," Linley said, holding a black umbrella as heavy rain was falling. "You can call me anytime you need someone to talk to."
    "Thank you so much, Linley. You've been a great help despite all those things I've done to you. I hope you'll forgive me for my mistakes," Callisto said.
    "Let's forget about them and live a new life. Whatever happened in the past should be left there, because no one succeeded there," Linley said.
    "I hope so, that I can live a new life without my mother," Callisto said. "I know it'll be very difficult now, especially since my father still struggles with amnesia."
    In the following days after the burial, Callisto felt uncomfortable as if something big was missing in his life. He woke up earlier than usual, knowing that nobody would prepare food for them anymore since his mother was gone. It felt so difficult and unfamiliar at first, but Callisto knew that he'd get used to it someday.
    Callisto worried that his father would get a liver problem because he always drank tonic to forget everything, and he'd lie on their couch all day without doing anything. He knew it wasn't easy for him, for all of them, and it would never be easy if he wouldn't stop what he was doing.
    Callisto didn't know how to stop his father from drinking—he was becoming alcoholic, and that was not good for his health. He didn't know when everything would end, and he didn't know when his father would accept the truth that his mother was gone. He wondered why his amnesia wasn't working now when that was all he needed to forget.
    Meanwhile, during the days that they were busy mourning Dorothy's death, the whirling wind was also looking for a way to start its dark plan, which was to take revenge on the man who brought her too much pain. She eventually gained back her body from the dead.
    The pile of snow gradually disappeared as Estrella walked back towards her home on the mountain. Many things were coming back to her mind as she took the path going to what seemed to be the past. Wherever she would look, on the leaves and trunks of trees, on the grass, and on the water in the stream, she saw that young face she loved with all her heart but still betrayed her.
    It just made her remember her miserable past. The first time they saw each other, she thought it was destiny: she spontaneously fell in love with the strange man who she thought wouldn't deceive her. But that fake innocent face was just a camouflage of his deceitful self, because now it was so obvious where everything ended.
    "I'll never give them peace as long as I'm in this world," Estrella soliloquized. Then she suddenly remembered her servant. She was so disappointed that Cryrie became so disobedient. She thought that she had made a mistake by letting her stay with her mortal enemies. It wasn't too late, and if she was clever enough, she knew whom to choose.
    While Estrella was thinking about Cryrie, Ruth was also staring out the window of her bedroom. Looking at the high mountain that loomed ahead, something had changed. Half of it turned green, woody, and grassy, and the other half stayed snowy. A hunch spontaneously struck her understanding.
    Ruth knew that she had come back, and now she had become more powerful, as she could reinvigorate her home in just a few days. Ruth suddenly slammed the window, and as she halted, she could hear her own heartbeats.
    Sebastian and Callisto need to know this. But how? She couldn't explain everything she knew about Estrella. For sure, they wouldn't believe any of her words if she told them that she was the bluebird.
    Ruth shook her head and finally made a decision. She had no choice anymore but to tell them the truth if she wanted to keep them safe. So, Ruth got out of her bedroom and went to their living room.
    Sebastian was using a toothpick to remove the bits of food lodged between his teeth when he heard a few footsteps going towards the couch. He knew it was his little girl, but he didn't know why she looked so worried.
    "Have you eaten your breakfast?" Sebastian asked.
    "Not yet, Dad," Ruth replied in a gentle voice. "Do you know where my brother is?"
    "Your stubborn brother went anywhere he wanted without asking my permission. Well, he can go wherever he wants; he's already seventeen and—why are you asking me?" Sebastian went near Ruth, who also stood up, and she disrespectfully walked out.
    "What's happening to that girl?" Sebastian screamed in his mind. He sat down on the couch and turned on the television.
    Sebastian was surprised to see the flash news; he hadn't noticed it, but the journalist reported that Mount Octover had gradually turned back to its normal state. There was no scientific explanation for it, but perhaps historical studies about nymphs, fairies, and goddesses, which were almost unbelievable, and they wouldn't dare to talk about it, or else they would be thought to be insane.
    The journalist surveyed the Isabelaneans to know what they thought about this happening. Others believe it was caused by climate change, possibly global warming, so that the weather no longer depends on altitude but rather on season. Some people claimed that the end of the world was near, and people had to go back to church if they wanted salvation, as if they never thought that Isabela was just a small town.
    In this incident, everyone was prohibited from going to the mountain because of the danger, and if possible, the people who live at the foot of Mount October should evacuate to the nearest evacuation center so that they could avoid the risk of getting covered by a landslide or similar problem.
    On the other hand, inside the restroom, Callisto had just finished bathing himself, and now he was checking his tongue in the mirror. He stepped backward to try to see it clearer, but his breath fogged up the glass, so he drew a new face and laughed. He looked inspired right now, perhaps because he was in love. Not long after, he noticed his sister's obscure reflection in the mirror.
    "Brother." Ruth went near and cuddled Callisto's shank.
    Callisto knew that his sister was sad or worried about their safety. He lowered himself and looked at her eyes, which were filled with tears. He didn't know why she was crying again, so he just wiped her tears off her face.
    "Don't cry." Callisto tried to make her laugh by grasping the skin on her face. He tried to expand her lips to her ears, but he still saw the sadness in her eyes. So he asked, "Is there something wrong?"
    "You know many things about me, but still, there are a lot of things I'm not telling you, and perhaps it's time for you to know the truth." Ruth climbed on her brother's back, and he brought her inside their dining room.
    "So, what are you going to tell me?" Callisto asked while putting a bowl of pork stew on the table. He then sat down on the chair beside his sister.
    It was already night, and Callisto climbed into his bed and began to think. He couldn't believe that after a long time of being with Ruth, he had just known that Ruth was one hundred times older than him.
    Something different suddenly interrupted Callisto's mind. Not bad at all, he thought as he reminisced about the way Stalin would kiss his lips. There was one thing he wanted to know: if the real Stalin had feelings for him. He was showing her thousands of signs every night, but she never showed anything that she liked him too. He didn't know when he could kiss her lips either—perhaps everything would just end like this.
    Callisto knew their time to go home was coming, but he didn't know if he could leave Stalin alone and let her become a beggar or even get struck by those cars. As an advanced boy, Callisto thought about how this would end. He had to choose between himself, his future, and the crazy girl who made his heart beat faster. He thought about the consequences and found out that he couldn't have a future if he chose her.