Michael knew that David wasn't going to simply stop. The angel had no choice but to tell him about everything.
David: *He gestures towards his car.* Let's go!
Monja: *She furrows her brow.* Where to?
David: *He glances at Monja, then back at Michael.* To Chris's home. On the way there, you can fill me in. *He pointed a thumb to the winged man.*
They went inside briefly, explaining matters slightly without giving to much information.
Monja: *She hugs her children tightly.* Be good for Oma. I'll be back soon.
The drive to the village where Chris's house is located was tense. Michael recounted the tale of swapped souls, the cosmic imbalance, and the shadowy figures that's manipulating events. David listened intently, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.
David: *He keeps his eyes on the road ahead, his voice strained.* So, Chris is… trapped? Inside… some Korean guy?
Michael: *He nods grimly.* I'm afraid so. And Sung Jin-Woo, the Hunter, is living Chris's life.
David: *He sighs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.* This is insane. Utterly insane.
They pulled up to Christopher's house. The curtains were drawn, giving the house a somber, almost abandoned feel.
David: *He parks the car and turns to Monja.* Would it help if I showed you some photos of Chris? Maybe it will… jog something loose.
Michael: *He strokes his chin thoughtfully.* I can't see why not. It's worth a try.
Both men held their breath, a fragile hope flickering within them. Perhaps, just perhaps, a glimpse of Christopher's face could pierce through the fog of the soul swap and bring Monja back to herself. As David reached for his phone, a figure appeared in the doorway of the house. It was Christine, holding a fussy baby, her face pale and drawn.
Christine: *She glares at them, her voice sharp.* David? What are 'you' doing here? And who are these… people?