Wahid and Arshad got to Ama Didi's house. They saw Arshi who was feeding Ama Didi in such a way that a child feeds her mother. Wahid rushed into Arshi. She was baffled with what was about to understand. Wahid was huffing to open his mouth out. Perhaps, it was more of an issue that both were about to understand for a minute.

"What happened?" asked Arshi.

"Aah..long story" answered Wahid.

"Where are you going?" asked Arshi.

"I'm going to Bandarban" said Wahid.

"Going to Bandarban? Why so?" asked Arshi.

"Did you announce the quarantine?" said Wahid.

"Yes...But you need to know that, some of them were killed with burns and quite a lot of weird symbols but there's an update that you need to know after coming back to Bandarban!" said Arshi.

"Oh no! It's too late to save those victims! But we'll save lives as soon as possible" said Wahid.

Ama Didi, on the other side happily said "The Hour is on action! Sultana's soul will rest!"

It's Ama Didi's catchphrase that actually made her joyous after a long time.

Well, they got into the bus and journeyed to Bandarban in the middle of the highway. Stopping in the midway, they got down the bus with the signboard 'BANDARBAN' was named on it. Perhaps, it was their destiny to lead into those risky circumstances to come in.

It was a journey no one was coming for. They walked across the corn fields and the oak trees. It was the same dark fog that has been surrounded in the valley. Except the birds were chirping, and a black cat immediately walked like a child begged for love plus its green eyes turned round. It immediately recognized Arshad and licked his leg.

Arshad smiled.

"Oh little fella, you came all the way from the valley?" said Arshad.

The cat meowed and nodded 'yes'.

The cat wrote something on the ground with the paws 'FOLLOW ME'. Wahid and Arshad realized that it was not a mere cat. It was the cat whom the trio have met during Ronjon's incident. Hence, they followed its footsteps. Little did the duo knew, danger would be lurking around the way. Something wicked would be happening. In-between the fog, monstrous eyes of a black hound growled and howled such of a pack of wolves. The tabby cat was nowhere to be found.

Wahid and Arshad avoided the atmosphere. But the hounds were circling around them. Arshad shivered with cold as of a scared cat.

"Goodbye Sundari, Goodbye Ama Didi, Goodbye Khalil sir! Goodbye world! Anything left?"

"Let's run!" said Wahid. He grabbed Arshad and ran through the forest. The hounds were continuously chasing them. Arshad was continuously whining as if a baby was crying. Wahid's speed was more athletic than Arshad who just ran like a regular person. Everything was dark, except the moonlight. The hounds were five and the men were two-it could be difficult to defeat the powerful hound, unless if one of the humans were not weak. It was claustrophobic!

Finally, they fell down from the hillside of the forest and bumped into a wooden cabin, which has the looks of a typical horror film. The dogs were spitting out and their fangs were coming out such that of a rage of a vampire. Then, a man who looked like his 30s, but on his sixties bumped out the door and switched on the lights. He wore a black jacket and a 80s styled jeans. He spotted a handsome feature with a beard and a scar similar to the ghost. He picked up a rifle when the dogs were running into the house. He shot it loud! BOOM!

The dogs got scared and vanished into the thin air.

Without looking down, he yelled in a baritone, grounded voice "WHO'S THERE!"

When he looked down like two stray cats, looking for home, he said slowly "Who are you?"

"Is this the house of M. Azad, sir?" asked Arshad.

"Not M. Azad, it's Marco! Anyway, come in!" said Marco, the man in a black jacket.

They got inside. It was shelves full of books, a table with maps and a globe but a portrait that's covered in a dark cloth. Perhaps, there would be a mysterious element in the house. Or maybe, there were something more to the table. Wahid's thoughts jumbled, while looking into the table. The cabin looked so small in the exterior, whereas the interior was larger. The bulbs were actually made of ancient lamps that were lighted by the fire.

Marco was walking around, looking at the boys who looked muddy. He grunted while smelling a strong odor that wasn't delicate enough. He asked "when have you showered last?"

"Two weeks" said Arshad.

"Four years" said Wahid.

Marco was embarrassed of the 'four years' reply. Then he said "I think, both of you need to shower! That too from a long journey from Meghpur".

"How do you know?" asked the duo.

"Tito told me" answered Marco.

"Who's Tito?" asked Arshad.

The tabby cat arrived at the scene. He was smiling and jumped into Marco's shoulder. Both the boys understood that the cat was called Tito. His aura and charm was of a gentle lion who knew that new companions would arrive. He was Marco's only innocence that remained his straight-face looked more innocent than ever.

"Talma! Give them a hot water shower!" commanded Marco.

A beautiful looking woman on her 30s showed up. Arshad was looking at her as if he was in love. First, he thought of having a relationship. Then, marriage and even kids! But everything shattered, when she read his mind quickly and removed his clothes, only limited to their shirts.

"Hello brother" Talma, the maid said.

"Hello" said Arshad, like Paddington bear.

She poured a bucket of boiled hot water and herbal soap made of mint leaves. Wahid wasn't used to have showers like that. He was feeling cold but didn't whine because he already asked a lot. Wahid was one of the few journalists who had never been to a village before, only stayed city and abroad as a whole. He only visited small towns but not to be used to the environment that he got in Meghpur.

"Are you alright, sir?" asked Talma.

"Umm...it's endearing to say the least" answered Wahid in a kind, lower tone than his usual one.

The smell of mint just spread all over the house. Marco was overjoyed to see the guests got 'properly' treated by Talma. Arshad was curious to know Talma's ability to quickly handle the whole situation. It wasn't natural, because, he sometimes used to get criticized by Ama Didi, when her son Mizan was around.

One day, Ama Didi finished her shower but couldn't find a towel, she called Arshad but was so late that she screamed at him.

"You're a boy, not a man!" she said.

Back to the present, Arshad only remembered the moment and realized that, he was human.

In that case he asked Marco "She's pretty quick in nature. May I know her secret?"

"Aah...you do believe in supernatural, aren't you?" said Marco.

"We've faced a lot" said Wahid.

"She's a half-human, half-fairy," whispered Marco.

Talma clicked her fingers and blipped into the thin air. After a few seconds, she came to the backdoor and smiled. She said "food is ready!"

Wahid and Arshad sat on the floor. Whereas, Marco removed his jacket and sat along with them. Unlike the village foods, it was more of a gluten free Arabian food. A plate was so large that four people could eat together. It had tandoori fish, sautéed vegetable, pilaf and mashed potatoes with gravies at the side. After a long time, Wahid and Arshad ate it with enjoyment.

It was so pure that both the boys couldn't wait to praise it "It's combining so well that, it's innovative and tastier than what we usually eat".

"It's especially made for you two. But I usually eat vegetables, mashed potatoes and chicken with plain rice. Her Arabic cuisines are too high for a restaurant that, I motivated her to stay here, since she was a kid. She was also permitted to stay by the Jinn Nawab (King)" said Marco.

Wahid was eating so much that, compared to Khalil's house, it was unique on its own right. He was eating as if he just couldn't have had food for a longer period of time. Tears, not intentional, came from his eyes and Talma quickly gave him a tissue to rub it. It was more of the food that his mother used to feed him. It was something that he could understand but never could express. Until Marco noticed him, he smiled "Are you alright?"

"It's so long! I've been eating food but not this level of purity!" wept Wahid.

"I understand...it's like missing someone you love, is it?" said Marco.

"Maybe" said Wahid, thinking about his mom and wife but Arshi's interaction wasn't too proper.

"Get some rest" said Marco.

While Arshad and Wahid slept in the separate guest room, Marco was looking at the portrait. Then he read a book 'The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexander Dumas' by staring at the portrait covered with a black cloth. However, he thought about the guests who he had welcomed. Are there anything more than what it was?

Suddenly Tito laid on Marco's lap and nibbled him.

"My boy, I've no one but you!" said Marco.

Tito meowed.

"Alright, we are family" said Marco.

Marco realized the joy of having guests by joining a family, again.