The person I saw in the back alley back then is a girl that become part of my childhood memory, the girl is crying. Her tears made me realize one thing I want to make her become happy, or so what I want to do before. She never speak and write so I teach her using the old phone so that we could communicate to each other, she can't talk for some reason so I teach her how to use the phone to communicate with me. I also give her my favorite white stuff toy.