...That kid isn't here... I wonder if they really did move away.

Small children running around, an elderly couple clasping their hands at the offertory box. There are all kinds of people, but the one he's looking for is nowhere to be seen.

...!! It's them...! I feel their presence...!

He runs with light footsteps and finds someone walking leisurely alone. There's no mistake; it's the child he's been waiting for. The dear child who didn't hesitate to give up their own muffler on that cold winter day. To think they've grown this much.