"I want to contact him, but I can't," Christopher replied.
There was no way for a person to contact himself.
"Ah," Charlotte said and instantly became dejected. "He's such a poor thing. If only I could help him."
"I'm glad you're thinking this way." Deep down, however, he was somewhat disappointed.
That little girl.
The little girl, whom the little boy had been looking for, had forgotten about this incident.
But on second thought, it was good this way as well. Remembering meant shouldering responsibilities. Most of the time, forgetting was bliss.
"Do you still know anything else about him? Perhaps, we can think of a way to find him and help him," Charlotte thought optimistically.
"Do you really want to know?"
Charlotte nodded her head seriously.
"Where should I start..." Christopher thought.
Christopher took a sip of water, cleared his throat and began telling the story from the beginning.