Devin's hands trembled as he picked the mobile from the floor. Nothing but his own heartbeat echoed into his ears. He closed the picture, weening that it was his mind playing tricks on him, and after he opened the picture again, he would see a different face. Yet every time he does that, his heart beats faster and faster because the sketch of a silhouette leaning against the wall was none other than him.
''How did I become Leena's savior without I am aware of?'' Devin closed his eyes for a short while, but the pounding heartbeat intensified. After ending Walter's call, he thought of several ways to catch hold of that mysterious guy. In a cruel twist of fate, he got a thunderbolt surprise when he saw his own picture here.
He tried to convince his brain by telling that saving Leena was a mere coincidence. But the teardrops on the sketch? Why would he cry? Unless he knows her very well.
''Is it my lost memories?'' He still has no explanation for it.