Dreamland Security Department

When I was 16, I was drafted into a department that didn't exist. There is no salary, no establishment, and no resignation button. My job: Enter other people's dreams and live for them. It cannot be changed, it cannot be exposed, it cannot be escaped. The first task is to travel back to 25 years ago for a 42-year-old woman. She wanted to say something to the boy. A sentence I've been holding back for 25 years. I'm just a temporary worker. But "thank you" is too strong.