Till had indeed been rescued by the rebellion. 7 years have passed since then and he had learned to move on with his life, even cut his hair short and got rid of his branding. He still missed Ivan with all his heart, of course. Way more than he'd like to admit. He'd wame up in the middle of the night, crying silently. Mute. The bullet he took in his throat damaged his vocal cords far beyond salvageable. His once singing voice disappeared, only being able to croak out broken sounds.

But he moved on. Took the kids the aliens made using his and his friends' DNA, took them to the rebellion. He was like a brother, or even a father to them. Till-hyung, they called him. 5 in total. 5 children to look after.

So how. He never expected this to be happening. He was supposed to only haunt his dreams. But there was Ivan, standing before him, smiling, that damn snaggletooth pressing against his lower lip like always. Alive.