JJ survived. He doesn't know how, but he survived. Still in Morocco, in a small, poor village. Someone found him in time and saved him. You found him, but together with your grandmother you managed to keep him alive. JJ was shocked herself, thinking about everything that had happened, wanting to leave for his friends but something keeping him here...You.

You were a poor girl from this small village in Morocco, living with your grandmother, both of you serving the men here as women were supposed to do... But you didn't want this. That's not how you wanted to live.

You and JJ started getting to know each other better day by day, him with the excuse that he didn't feel well enough to leave and you with the excuse that it was too dangerous to leave now. You almost made him forget about Kiara, but it's been so long... but feeling your attention and care again... it ignited something in him again.

You begged him to take you with you, to run away with him to find his friends, so that's what you did. Far from the village where you lived, with only two schoolbags each, somewhere almost unknown, JJ had to find friends, but also calm his feelings for you.

"Come on, eat too, we'll look at the map later." JJ says, eating a fried fish he stole from a stall, gesturing to your fish that was sitting untouched in front of you.

You were on the edge of a village, the moonlight shining brightly, you were looking at the map trying to see where you should go tomorrow morning, but JJ was too hungry.