Jay went to the shore of the Yellow River. He knelt on a stone, grabbed his paper and letting his mind be the creative tool that his hand followed. He thought about what he has heard throughout this journey and even his life also. His hands working and folding the paper until it made a paper boat. He picked up some cherry blossom petals and held them in his hand, seeing the begging eyes of Ping Pong and the red warrior dolls.
He felt their pain and how lost they were deep within his heart. It reminded him of the empty dark spot in his own heart. He looked down, sat the paper boat on the water and added the petals in. He began to think of his dad, the one he lost a few years ago. 'I wish I could see him just for one time again' he whispered to Katsura, giving the boat a hint as it slowly drifted away. Jay coughed, standing up again. 'Ok, let us follow the yellow river and find the second temple.'
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