Am I That Important?"

After he slammed his fingers at the last notes of Rossini's William Tell Overture, Andrew stood up before the crowd with a pursed smile then bent his body forward. A long and loud round of applause broke from the group, marking the end of his rendition.

Andrew felt a sense of fulfillment as he made his exit in the anteroom. A load was lifted out from him, and he felt an inner peace that he never had for a long time. His guilt over Cherry's demise was already heaved out. What remained was his grudge with someone in the past, which started during his childhood.

He went straight to their cabin to relax, but as soon as he stood by the glass window to watch over the moonlit body of the water outside, a wrinkled hand tapped over his left shoulder. He looked at the hand then lifted his head to see who owned it. Now realizing who he was, he laughed in a mocking tone.

"Why are you here? Am I suddenly that important to you? Or you are just playing innocent?"