I am going to miss the whiskers:(
it is half past ten. the sun has set, the moon was out. daniel has long since checked out of the seoul hilton hotel, unsure of where to go and what to do. he can't return home. he doesn't want to sleep on the streets. with both ruled out, he was left with but one option: seek help from a friend. it's led him to thomas' front door. he sets his luggage onto the tilted floor, his free hand reaching forward, knocking on the door once, twice, then a third and final time, awaiting the owner's arrival.