"There is this man in my flashes....in my memory." Callan voiced out to Kamara, "He was in the cell with me, and he suffered like I did. But, he was always protecting me. Always."

　　"What does he look like?" She asked curiously.

　　He pulled back and turned to face her, "It's always flashes, so I don't know exactly what he looks like. But, he has blue eyes like mine..."he paused,"...I think he is my family."

　　"Oh, Callan, I'm so happy for you. At least you know that you have a family somewhere...you have a brother."

　　Callan does not look happy. "But, what if you're right? What if my family does...