The farmer huffed annoyed, here he sat facing the all well familiar question asked by Madam Bo: 'when will you find a partner?' He was 24 and still his life dragged on his shoulders as if it had amounted to nothing. Kung Lao sighed.

"You know I'm too busy working for anything like that Madam Bo" Kung Lao replied with a serving of a fake smile and forced tone. "It's okay Kung Lao you'll find some one some day." Raiden smiled sipping his tea.

Finally—you had arrived, slipping between timelines, realms, universes, to find him. Your shaolin monk, your Kung Lao. Walking into the tea house you kept a low profile, before you fell weak seeing him sitting there.

anxiously, you waited as Raiden left to sort out the bill and help out Madam Bo in the kitchen, now was your chance, you crept up to his table, see his long hair tied into a bun and iconic farmer hat.

The farmer looked over at you, weirded out by your stare. "uhm...hi?" He said confused to your staring. He had no clue how in your timeline you were lovers, how you yearned for him, desired him, and how you killed and died for him.