Most of us have lost relatives at some point. Yet no one realizes how their voices slips from our memories after so long.

"Mum. I don't remember your voice anymore. And I'm scared I won't remember your face next. What do I do?" Ghost says, his voice cracking. He stands at the rooftops of the base.

"Please, anything. Just a sign you're still with me." He pleads, looking up at the stars in hopes of his mother being one of them, watching over him.

Maybe this isn't a good time to disturb him...