Tears spill from his eyes the moment he sees his home. This is Chanel's memory. He's finally found her. And he's going to get her out of here.

He's hot on her heels, all anxious energy, as he follows her through their hallway. He stands behind her in the doorway, hands hovering at her shoulders but too afraid to touch her, to set the memory off course, to trap her here, until the memory freezes and he pulls the frozen little girl into a hug.

"Your bun looks atrocious," he sobs at her with affection.