This is Hai-An, a novelist. She has a daughter. The daughter’s name is Hsieh, Ning. One day, Hsieh, Ning left and never came back. Hsieh, Ning was dead. Hai-An doesn’t have any daughter. Hai-An is thinking about Hsieh, Ning. Hai-An is considering. She is recalling. She is regretting. Her mind is running and running and running…. Somewhere in time. Deja vu.