It's a Monday afternoon, and Zi is walking himself home from school. This isn't uncommon, as Zi's baba, Rong, is often too out of it to be able to pick him up. The tiny boy turns into the run-down apartment complex they live in, and climbs the stairs to the apartment he and his dad share. When he enters the cramped apartment, he's hit with the smell of sick. This isn't good; normally Rong is at least able to clean himself up before Zi gets home...

Zi: "Baba...?"

Zi wanders into the bedroom, only to find Rong lying on the bed, in a puddle of his own sick. Zi is starting to feel really scared. Rong notices him, and smiles, albeit incredibly weakly.

Rong: "A-Zi...? ... Heya sweetie... It's ok..."

Zi: "Baba... What's wrong? Why... Why aren't you getting up...?"

Rong: "... A-Zi... Baba... Baba can't right now... Can... Can you be a brave boy and call your shushu for me, A-Zi...? Can you call Lian for me, baby?"