It said something about human mistakes, unreasonable hopes, and tiny gestures that speak loudly.
They know each other like you know your neighbor across the street.
There is nothing to feel sorry about now. She is leaving too.
Don’t you think they’ll draw attention?
I was taking some fresh air.
Gone Fishin’
Well, why don’t you go ahead, then?
She needs to bid her farewells.
Her index finger rests under a delicate flower, purple and yellow.
Aren’t you the one deciding?
She knows what she’ll find there.
Where you are heading, you won’t have to kiss anyone.
At first she doesn’t notice anything amiss.
You were down there a long time.
He didn’t pay any attention.
You’ve got nowhere to run to.
You faked your own death just to get me here to answer the phone for you.
People still thought that if something was weird and complicated it must be good.
We get into the building and it’s deserted.
Did you tell anyone where we were?
I’ve been thinking this might be one of those situations that are never over.
The slightly tricky bit was leaving again without anyone realising.
They’d never talked about it, and now she thought they never would; that moment had passed.
The border must run right through the building.
We’re going to be leaving soon, but I’ll be in touch.
Watch what you say until we’re sure we’re secure.
She just moved around, place to place.
So, what am I supposed to be seeing, and why is it so important that I see it?
Just random noise as the system ground to a halt.
You’ll keep a secret if I do?
But you must promise not to tell anyone about it, not even your companions.
Nobody’s going to miss me until the morning.
We can’t bust out of here because we don’t even know where here is.
This is a place of safety. In fact, that’s what it’s for. Nothing bad’s going to happen here.
All questions will be answered in good time.
I think you’d be surprised just how far ahead some things are planned.
In an environment like that, even the most implausible lies can seem true.
These days, it’s all about making people unsure what to believe.
There are monsters out there. I’ve seen them.
She had a sense of unfinished business, of stuff yet to do.
That old sense that someone, somewhere, needed her help began to nag at her again.
There was, of course, no apology, no explanation.
Nobody cared. She was invisible.
There was probably a word for it in German, something long and obscure and hard to pronounce.
Life is not a thriller, where everything is neatly tied up at the end.
I was under the impression that you had been given answers.
I don’t even know myself.
I don’t suppose you’d consider telling me what that was all about?
If they could find her here, flight was pointless. Nowhere was safe.
But first, please, settle in. Dinner in an hour. I’ll ring the gong to let you know.
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