Arthit came out of the covers, and started pacing around his room. He wanted the time to go faster so that he can just get this night over with. He kept pacing back and forth across his room, while bitng his nails.

Then suddenly, he remembered something. He walked over to his jacket that he wore yesterday, and he reached inside the inner chest pocket. He pulled out his gear. He held it up high, and studied it. Arthit walked over to the nightstand, and pulled open the drawer. Inside was a little black gift box. He took out the little gift box, and opened it.

Arthit hasn't looked at Kongpob's gear for years now. He has kept it in this gift box since he graduated from college. He has always kept it close, but he didn't really have a reason to take it out. Unlike Kongpob, he didn't have his gear out on display like a prize. Kongpob liked to hang his gear on top of his nightstand to look at it every night. While he kept his inside the nightstand, but isn't that just the same?

Arthit took a deep breath holding the two gears together in his hand. They belong together. Right? It's been eight years. It can't really be the end.

"Kongpob will come back to get you." Arthit said to his gear.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Ahhhhh!" Arthit jumped in surprise.

"Why the fuck do you guys have to scare me like that?" Arthit frowned, and looked up to meet someone who looked like Em.

"Hello there hot cake. I'm the Spirit of the Present. I'm sure you get the gist of how this works." Present said as he brushed off invisible dust on his shirt.

"Em? Why did you pick Em? He is really more like Kongpob's friend. Don't tell me it's because he is handsome." Arthit asked with a frown on his face.

"Well, he is, but it's really his cute smile that caught my attention. And just look at this body. He is so fit" Present squeezed his own biceps and pecs.

"Why are you guys all perverts?" Arthit glared at Present.

"Hey, we don't have a body of our own. So, I'm naturally curious. Anyway, that's not important to you." Present said crossing his arms, and stares at his own curled biceps with a nodding grin.

Arthit rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's get this over with."

Arthit pockets the two gears in his hands, and walked over to grab Present's wrist.

Present raised his eyebrow at Arthit. He has never come across someone so impatient, and grumpy. The people he dealt with were usually scared, or remorseful at this point.

Present's eyes beamed a white light at Arthit, and he spoke in a loud voice that echoed around without moving his mouth. "Let's get this straight. I'm going to be the one grabbing you. I've been around before time was invented. I'm not about to be handled by you."

Arthit immediately let go of Present's wrist, and shrieked in fear.

Suddenly, Present's eyes went back to normal, and he smiled at Arthit. "Now, come with me."

Arthit crossed his arms hugging himself as Present grabbed his wrist, and dragged him along.

Arthit blinked his eyes, and suddenly he was in his boss Dan's office. His boss was sitting at his desk typing away. Arthit looked to Present.

"Why are we here?" Arthit asked.

"Watch, and you may find out." Present pointed to Dan that just picked up a call.

Arthit turned back to watch his boss on the phone.

"Yes, I haven't decided on John's post yet. Do you have a candidate in mind? No, Arthit is very hard working, but he lacks the charm to sell. I don't think he is ready yet. Your nephew is interested? Sure, I can meet with him for an interview. I'll let HR know to expect his resume. All right. Bye."

Arthit can't believe what he just heard. He has been working his ass off all for nothing. What does Dan mean he lacks charm to sell? What's wrong with being straight forward, and honest? Didn't John's cunning ways land them in hot waters one too many times? This is bullshit. All those extra hours was a complete waste. He just can't believe it. Now, some new kid might even come in, and take the spot he has been working so hard for.

Arthit walked up to Dan's desk, and tried to swipe everything off his desk, but his hand just went through everything.

"We don't exist here." Present pulled Arthit by the back of his shirt's collar.

"This is bogus." Arthit yells.

Present shrugged his shoulders, and grabbed Arthit's wrist.

In another blink of an eye, Arthit is suddenly in his childhood home. He hasn't been home for at least a year. The last time he saw his parents was five months ago, and he had just met them for dinner at a restaurant near his office.

"Why are we here? What's wrong with my parents?" Arthit turned to Present.

"How am I supposed to know? You're their kid." Present slipped his hands in his jean pockets nonchalantly.

Arthit turned around to look for his parents. The house is still the same just like it was all these years with the exception of the new sofa. He still doesn't think the blue sofa his mother picked goes with their home's old fashioned decor. He heard voices coming from the back of the house where his parents' bedroom was. He walked through the door like a ghost, and that was a little creepy to him. Present followed closely behind him.

"Honey, don't worry about it. It's an outpatient procedure, so it's really nothing." Arthit's mother says as she puts folded laundry away in the closet drawers.

"It's still surgery. There are still risks. How can I not be worried?" Arthit's father said looking concerned at his wife.

Surgery? Arthit walked closer to his mom.

"If I don't even have to stay overnight, it's practically safe. Even the doctor says recovery will take no time."

Arthit frowned looking between his parents.

"I still think we should let Arthit know."

"Don't bother our son. He is too busy for something so minor. He is working for that promotion, remember?" Arthit's mother warned her husband.

"Of course I remember. He is so busy after that promotion, he hasn't even stepped foot in this house for over a year. If we didn't purposely go all the way to his company to see him, I might not even remember how he looks like. I can't even remember the last time he called us. He only replies to LINE when we ask him questions. I can drop dead, and he wouldn't even know it." Arthit's father gets all worked up.

Arthit looked down, and pursed his lips as he listened to his parents.

"Honey, he is just busy. I'm sure it will get better once he gets that promotion. We should be proud of him."

"You think time stops, and we can just wait around for him to come by? We are getting old. I'm getting old. I haven't asked anything of him. I just want to see my only son once in a while. Is that really so much to ask for? And now you are sick, and he doesn't even know it."

"He doesn't know because I haven't told him. You have to be fair honey."

Arthit raised his head, "yeah, how am I supposed to know if you guys don't tell me."

"Well, has he ever showed any concerns for you? Where did we go wrong with him? How did he become like this? So cold." Arthit's father crossed his arms fuming.

"Don't say that about our Oon." Arthit's mother walked over, and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder to pacify him.

Arthit yells out loud, "what the heck is wrong with mom? Why can't you guys say what the fuck is going on? Why is mom sick? What kind of surgery is she having? Why didn't you guys call me? Shit!"

Arthit walks closer to his parents, and glared at them. Then he noticed that his father was crying. Arthit's eyes started tearing up. He looked away, and then looked at his parents again. When did his parents get so old? How come he hadn't noticed all the gray hair on his father's head? And his mother looks skinny. Has she been eating properly? What is wrong with her?

"Mom, what is wrong? Please don't scare me. I'm so sorry. I promise to be a better son. Please be okay." Arthit cries, and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

"So are you ready to go?" Present asked rocking forward and back on the ball of his feet.

"Tell me what is wrong with my mother?" Arthit asked Present with a frown on his face, and tears in his eyes.

"Hey, I only heard as much as you did. You should ask yourself why you don't know." Present mocked.

Arthit gritted his teeth, and balled his hands into fists. He wanted to hit something, but his fist went through everything he striked.

"You know you can't touch anything, and even if you could, what good would it do?" Present looked at him pointedly.

Arthit looked down, and stood there fuming. "Let's get to wherever the next shit hole is." Arthit can't wait to call his parents to set them straight. He needs to know what the heck is wrong with his mom.

Present shook his head, and grabbed Arthit's wrist. He is starting to think Arthit may be a lost cause.