"Yes, Seung-jae, we're here to take you home." May wanted to wrap her arms tight around him, examine every inch of skin, to ask him what they had done to him. But this wasn't the place. They were giving Seung-jae back to them, alive, and she wasn't going to risk that at that very moment. Instead, she slipped her arm behind Jason and placed a hand on his back, steering him towards the exit. Her son was unsteady on his feet, looked exhausted. "You poor thing, I made your favorite soup and everything."