(Relieved.) I’m so glad that you’re okay, sir.

Barq! (Carries Barq on his back, piggyback style.) You’re still weak. Some food should get your energy back. I hope you like curry!

No. Back when were living in Vietnam, our father left us when our mother died from an illness. He wasn’t the best father either. Trying to imprint his ideas in our brains when we knew most of them were wrong. And when he died, he left nothing for us but a voice that became Trix. So I worked for a while at cane sugar stand, save up some money and moved here on this island to leave the past behind. (Looks at Barq.) Are you done eating your curry?