Sorry's a destruction

I've been searching for Kent for almost an hour now. Ken has returned, and we're both wandering around EK. I spotted a familiar figure a few meters away from me. I knew it was Patrick. My eyes widened as I saw who he was carrying. It was our baby. No, it was my baby. I ran towards them. He had his back turned, and I knew he hadn't noticed my presence.

"Kent!" I shouted.

I saw Patrick pause. I knew he realized I was looking for the boy.

"Mommy!" Kent shouted.

He broke free from Patrick's hold and ran towards Ken and me.

"Are you alright, baby?" Ken asked, concerned, as he picked up Kent.

Why are you here?

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you," I asked Kent, touching his face. I didn't bother talking to Patrick. He didn't even turn around. I didn't want to see him either. I had forgotten about him, and I wasn't ready to talk to him.

Did he regain his memories? I don't care!

He was about to walk away without showing his face.