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How long? (Part 3)

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Waiting outside Room 9, you stand with the folders to your chest, eyes locking with Leons once he closed the door and turns towards you.

"What was that all about?" You ask with one brow raised, your body language telling Leon he better not lie because you would call him out immediately.

"I was asking if you could be put here in the office for a couple of years." He shrugged, fingers fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves.

You sigh through your nose, closing your eyes as your posture becomes less authoritative. "Leon, I appreciate you trying, but we both know it's for nothing." You say giving him a sad smile. Things may be different when you were showing, but right now, you were still the governments lapdog and they didn't care about this kind of thing. Not with mass Bioterrorism at stake. You reach out to him and point a finger on his chest, curious as to why your finger was there he looks down. Bringing your finger up to flick his nose you then turn away.

"Come on, big guy. We have a plane to catch." You sniggered, feeling proud that you had just got Leon S. Kennedy with the oldest trick in the book. Albeit you did it on rare occasions so when you would actually trick him he wouldn't be expecting it.

Leon rubs his nose as he watches you walk towards the hallway you had only just walked down. Taking a slightly different rout to the front of the building your car ride was waiting for you, Leon opening the door for you he slides in after.

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Some small banter is had on your way towards the airport, talking about what you think the meals will be on the flight and teasing Leon on whether he will sleep on the plane or not. You made it through customs with no dramas, unlike last time when they had a new security guard who didn't know your faces. He had taken you both to a room and not believing your documentation from the President allowing you to carry your weapons. Neither of you blamed the poor boy, he didn't seem to have been taught about federal agents, especially not your kind. Why would he? The government tried to cover up what you dealt with anyway.

He didn't seem to be there today, you would have liked to say hello to him, because he was such a cute kid after all. Fresh eyed, loved his job. What you wouldn't give to enjoy what you did and have that much energy again.

You and Leon were always in business class, there would be rare moments when you wouldn't be. Not that you or Leon minded being in economy, you had both been in far more uncomfortable situations in your life. It made economy seem like heaven sometimes. Once in the air Leon had taken the folders and was going through everything, making sure he wasn't missing out on any information Hunnigan may have left out. She was good at her job though, and hardly any of the information had been left out by her during their briefing.

The plane was now dark, your seat laid back in a semi-reclined position, Leon had the light shining on him from above, going over the reports. Chris had never said he was dealing with something this big, they could have helped much earlier if he had just let them know. Though his friend had been acting distant lately, not that he blamed him with all the men he had lost over the years. Now dealing with this new Mold on his own though? It was too much pressure for just a small squad, no matter how skilled they may be.

"Leon?" Your voice croaked out as you sat up, your hand gently resting on his forearm.

Turning to you he placed the reports on the table in front of him, a hand coming to rest over yours. "What's wrong?" His eyes searched your features.

"You should get some sleep before we land, who knows how long it may be until we get to have a rest." You say with a worried look in your eyes. You could tell he hadn't got any with how dark and bloodshot his eyes were. "Your poor old man eyes need rest."

Leon could only huff a chuckle at your calling him old. "Fine. I'm just wondering why Chris never told us, we could have brought this to the President's attention sooner." He said packing everything up and placing it in a small carry-on bag you both shared.

"I'm not sure. We've spoken with him in the past year, right?" You were sure you had spoken with him a few months ago and don't remember him mentioning anything about the job he was working on.

Leon gives a nod and reclines his own seat back to meet yours, pulling his arm rest up to hide between the seats so you could snuggle into his side. Resting your head on his bicep as he holds you close. "I think he just wants to keep distant, probably doesn't want to see any more people he knows in the ground."

"I suppose... Men." You scoff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leon turned his head to you.

"You're all the same, letting your personal emotions get the better of you. You try to be tough so no one else gets hurt, but in the end you are the ones who break from pressure." You elaborate. Leon turns his head to look back up at the ceiling, the loud humming of the engines further back in the plane making a calming white noise. You were right, painfully accurate too. You pull your arm from being pinned at your chest and rest it over Leon's, his own hand coming to rest over yours, his fingers curling under your palm. Now that his mind was slightly stiller than the past few hours it started to hit him.

Hearing him sniff and chest under your hand jump slightly, your neck lifts up with alarm. "Why are you crying?" Your words weren't THAT impactful, surely?

"I'm gonna be a dad." He sobbed silently, his hand that was holding yours rests over his eyes.

You couldn't help the wide smile that pulls on your lips, your hand now rubbing over his chest to comfort him. "Yeah.. You are."

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Over the few more hours you had in the air, Leon did actually sleep. Not much, but it was enough to make you happy he had rest in his body. Breakfast was served on the plane, but Leon also grabbed something from inside the airport. You had a rental car waiting for you to take from the airport's parking lot. You drove while Leon gave you directions, you don't know if you could handle looking at something in a moving car right now.

Heading deep into the mountains, sometimes making your own path as the ground was littered with snow and a road wasn't always visible. Finally coming to a stop. "I think this is as far as we can get..." You say leaning on the steering wheel, looking around at all the dead, black trees that were a stark contrast to the pure white snow on the ground and currently falling from the sky.

"Yeah. I think you're right." Leon starts to fold up the map and puts on gloves as he opens the door and walks around to your side. You were also currently putting on gloves, turning the key in the car, but leaving it in the ignition. Opening your door, Leon holds out his hand for you to take, not wanting you to slip on the fresh snow. Taking your husband's hand not thinking anything of it, as he had done this action more times than you could count. But it doesn't go unthanked.

"Thanks. We should see if we can get in touch with Hunnigan while we are here. See if the comms work and if she can patch us through to Chris?" You say stepping aside for Leon to close the door as you rug your jacket around your body, pulling the string around your waist tight.

Reaching his hand to his left ear the piece in your own ringing. "Condor and Owl to Roost, Do you copy?"

"Roost to Condor and Owl, What's your sitrep?" Her voice responds in both of your left ears.

"We are as far into the mountains as we can drive, we believe we're close to HWS' base of operations. Do you think you can patch us through to their Alpha?" Leon asks turning on a torch and looking through the dark forest, keeping you in the corner of his eye as you walk ahead slightly.

You shine your torch around, the light only reflecting off the snow, making you shine it up further into the trees. You see something reflect, causing you to double back over it, your hand reaching for your gun strapped to the side of your right leg. You weren't fast enough as it was already on top of you. Large hands around your throat push you to the soft snow you were shin deep in.

"HRK!!" Your body automatically lets out as you were buried. Leon pulling his own gun out and aiming carefully, he couldn't see you, but assumed you were under this thing's body. Shooting at it's head the male-like creature leaps off you and was about to launch itself at Leon when it's head was shot at again with an assault rifle. Turning his head to the side he saw a dark figure standing in the snow, lowering the weapon.

He puts a hand to his ear. "Yeah.. I found them."

"Chris, good timing, as always." Leon said walking over the body and to you who was sitting up out of the snow. Spitting and brushing away to frozen water off your already chilled face.

"Are you alright?" Leon asked bending down and lifting you to your feet. This earned a head tilt and squint from Chris, walking over to meet the both of you.

"Has she suddenly become fragile?" Chris points out, normally he would have let you stand up yourself. Ask if you were okay and then that would be it, but he had actively helped you to your feet. Were you injured and needed help?

"Yes, well.. No? Um.."

"I'm pregnant, not a percaline doll, Leon." You say brushing off your dark coat.

"Pregnant? Congrats, but what are you doing here then?"

"My job." You seemed to have had enough at the moment, tired and then being shoved in the snow by the throat, not a good start. You search for your gun that had slipped from your hand from being too slow to draw it, slamming your boot into the head of the creature as you pass it. Just to get your frustration out.

Both Leon and Chris wince at the action, Chris raising his brows to Leon who just shrugged a silent answer. "Have you spoken to the head of your organisation?" Chris asked Leon, who's hands rest on his hips at the question.

"Yeah.. He won't allow her to work in the office, I'll have to notify the president when I see him next."

"Why are you making the decisions for me?" You asked placing your gun in it's holster on your leg. "But I think it's the best bet we have of keeping it in me that way." Yes, you wanted to make the decision yourself, but Leon was right. You needed to be keeping your baby safe, not out on the field. Right now though, you had a job to do, and you intended on doing it.

Chris takes the both of you to their small camp, a few tents set up. One with medical supplies and a medic, two with bedding and a fourth with a scientist working on samples the team would acquire from the creatures and any Mold or parasite they would come across. A fire in the middle had 3 of his squad sitting around, eating some stew that hung beside the flames.

"Help yourself to some food." Chris offered as he sat down on a stump, picking up his own bowl he had placed aside once getting Hunnigan's call. "I was only notified a few hours ago that you had landed to help out."

You nod as Leon makes himself at home, picking up a bowl and starting to ladle stew into it. "We were recently notified of what was going on here as well, seems like you found more of the Mold, correct?" You asked sitting down beside the fire to warm up.

"Yeah, we traced it back to here, and to a new threat who calls herself Mother Miranda." Chris explains. "We've been keeping close tabs on the Winters family, as well as Miranda. Ethan and Mia seem to be doing fine, their baby Rose, is the one we have been keeping tabs on."

"The baby? Why her?" Leon asked, sitting down beside you with his food.

"Miranda has had this sick obsession to bring her own daughter back, we found a lab with her own research and personal files. With being infected by the Mold previously, we suspect she would try targeting their offspring as a perfect candidate."

You were silent for a while, watching the flames dance in the darkening light. The moon obscured by the clouds still letting the snow fall. It made sense she would want to be going after the baby if that was the case. "We will be checking in on the family tomorrow morning, I would like both of you to come. Maybe you could help us pick up some of this mess?"

"That's why we were sent here." You nod standing up and placing a hand on Leon's shoulder, using him to step over the log you were sitting on. "I'm going to head to bed." You state as you make your way towards the tent you and Leon had a sleeping bag each. Luckily they had many spare supplies. Taking off your boots you slip into the sleeping bag, it took a little while for it to warm up to your body temperature. Huddled in a ball you were soon accompanied by your husband, being silent in case you were asleep.

"This Miranda sounds like a handful, huh?" You speak up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." Leon apologised as he snuggles up beside you, hoping to share his body warmth with you.

"I wasn't asleep." You say rolling to your back, your head turned towards Leon.

"You okay? You didn't eat anything."

"I just didn't feel hungry. You need to stop worrying about me, honey."

"I know.." Leon cranes his neck to press a kiss to your cool tipped nose. "I just don't like the fact that you're here."

"I know... Neither do I. But it sounds like if we can take down this Miranda bitch, and get rid of any parasite we should be golden."

"Let's hope it's that easy." Leon said snuggling into his sleeping bag, laying on his side facing you. You snuggle into his front, both of you falling asleep quickly after warming up.

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Waltz of Darkness - Chapter 11: Amnesia

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg

Relationship: Alcina Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg (Lovers)

Genre: Romance, Hurt & Comfort

Planned chapters: 14 + prolog and epilog

Warnings: Strong language, Descriptions of the Second World War (I do not glorify or support the ideology. The mention only serves my idea for the origin of Karl.)

Status: Work in progress (11/16)

Short Summary: Hatred and love are traveling on a dangerous thin line, but has it really always been that way between the fighting Lords? The sad answer is no. Alcina and Karl had a much deeper relationship than the brief glimpse Resident Evil Village suggests. This is their untold backstory. A story of a fiery love that is slowly torn apart by the parasite until the once strong feelings are only a faint memory in their dead hearts. //Alcina Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg (Lovers), Story was once called 'Still' - I changed it to a better fitting title.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33511438/chapters/108515296

A small drop of sweat slowly rolled down the icy skin, filled the clear puddle on the dry ground of the long walking path in the next instant. Karl opened his tired eyes with a soft groan and blinked aimlessly for some seconds, only recognizing a few large stones and a blurred object in the distance. The former officer tried to get up on his legs, but was immediately pulled back to the ground by the tremendous force of gravity. The soldier groan again and cursed under his breath. He just couldn't think straight at the moment and his body obviously refused to work either. What was going on here? Karl carefully let his head fall back on the path and remained there weakly under the first rays of the rising morning sun.

The blond haired man forced himself to calm down and took a few deep, but very painful breaths. A small hummingbird landed just inches from the young man's face, eyeing the former officer curiously with dark eyes. Karl stared at the bird without a word for a while, but was suddenly overcome by a nagging feeling of fear. Memorabilia, more like scraps from a surreal night, shoved violently into his weak mind—bewildering still images of faceless people, loud screams, and the acrid taste of blood and wine in his mouth.

Karl turned his head carefully and looked up the sidewalk in the other direction, but his eyes couldn't focus properly here either. Without a warning, the hummingbird hopped into his view again, deftly pecking an earthworm from the ground just in front of his nose. Just as the worm twisted in desperation in the bird's beak, fearing for its life, a pitch-black crow fell from the sky like a shadow. The sharp claws severed the hummingbird's feathered neck during the targeted attack, killing the much smaller creature insidiously and mercilessly with one strike.

The blond-haired man watched with horror as the blood spurted out of the hummingbird's wound before the crow eagerly wolfed down the freshly killed carcass. Karl blinked and murmured, as if struck by a flash of inspiration: "Miranda..." At that moment, the memories of the previous night returned with all their harshness. The soldier tried to sit up, but had to stop again because of the tremendous pain in his spine. He was panting heavily with great exertion, cursing under his breath. Where was Alcina? This question tormented his completely overwhelmed mind. He needed to find her. Immediately! Karl finally gritted his teeth tightly and clawed his fingers into the wet dirt, beginning to work his way piece by piece to the edge of the path.

Groaning, the blond-haired man pulled himself up against one of the big stones and sat panting on the hard rock. His head wanted to explode as soon as he sat upright on the stone - at least the pounding pain suggested it did. The former officer carefully touched the back of his head and felt suspicious tangles in his hair in some places. There was no question that Donna had actually knocked him out with some heavy object. The young man sighed a little and growled bitterly: "So this is how the Beneviento family express their 'thanks' for a repaired roof. I should have let Donna drown in the rain, for fucks sake.” The blond-haired man thought of Moreau in that breath and felt his heart clench sharply again.

His uncle's death actually affected him less than he liked to admit, but his best friend's condition had thrown him downright emotionally off balance. Karl decided to visit him as soon as possible, once he was convinced of Alcinas integrity. The soldier made another attempt to finally get up, but again failed due to the overwhelming pain in his body and slumped back onto the rock. He groaned helplessly and after a while he rested his head on his right hand in frustration, observing his surroundings exhaustedly. In the old propaganda films of the German Reich, it always looked so easy when someone woke up from a faint in war. No staggering, no pain - the German soldiers in the video footage shown were ready for action again almost immediately. Nothing but worthless lies. “Fuck you too, Hitler.”

To distract himself, Karl threw a look at the previously blurred object and recognized Gustav's rusty revolver from afar. There was probably still some blood on the gun. An incredible anger seized the young man out of the blue at this sight. In one night, his entire life had been turned upside down without a warning. The former officer clenched his right hand into a fist and squeezed it tightly, eventually hearing a suspicious cracking sound from his tense knuckles. A wall of hatred rose up in his soul and demanded a valve to be let out. From the corner of his eye however, the blond-haired man suddenly saw his uncle's revolver moving imperceptibly in his direction.

He ignored it, clenched his fist even tighter and hit the stone beneath him once, very hard. A soft noise made the soldier look at the gun again. The revolver had ventured quite a bit further this time. Karl frowned in irritation and unclenched his fist, then gently held his open hand toward the rusty gun. He didn't really know what he expected from that gesture right now, but something in his mind told him something was about to happen. In the next moment, the revolver raced towards the former officer, literally lifted off the ground. The young man was so surprised by this unexpectedly quick movement that he could not react in time and the gun violently hit his right hand. The impact on the palm created such a violent force that the former officer was literally yanked off the rock and thrown a good three feet into the wet turf behind him.

The revolver itself fell rustling beside him after this unwelcome collision. Karl got up completely taken by surprise after the rough landing and stared in horror at the gun on the ground. Only a few seconds later did he realize that his initial pain had suddenly disappeared. He could stand on his feet again without a problem. His heart pounding loudly in his chest as he hesitantly picked up the revolver and held it securely in his sweaty hands. What just happened here? The former officer brushed a strand of blond hair from his wet forehead and tucked the gun into his belt, then slowly stepped back down the path. Where the hell was he right now? Karl touched his forehead in worry and gently massaged his temples.

He finally looked for a prominent point in his surroundings. Normally, the Dimitrescu estate was easy to spot in the mountains, the individual spires naturally stood out clearly from the surrounding trees. Even after five minutes the soldier did not find a clue to his location, so he simply started moving and began walking down the path along the mountain. He would end up somewhere hopefully. The trek felt like an eternity, but the position of the sun in the sky indicated that it could have been barely an hour. When Karl finally reached the top of the hill, he could hardly believe his eyes: His uncle's factory was at his feet. Thick, dark smoke rose from the ramshackle chimney. Weird.

Actually, everything seemed the same as always - it was loud, dirty and smelled of old motor oil. Karl quickened his steps down to the work yard. Almost in a panic, he entered the old factory and rushed into the kitchen, looking for the horrible traces of the sneaky murder. What he found made him pause for a moment. It was as clean or dirty in the kitchen as he was used to it from living with Gustav, but there was no trace of the expected blood. Strange. The former officer was undeterred by this circumstance, however, and ran into his uncle's room, tearing the heavy metal door off its hinges with almost no effort. Karl froze in disbelief, then took a few trembling steps into the room. No body, no blood, no bullet shells. Nothing. Gustav's room looked untouched and chaotic as he liked it. At the same time, it was obvious that his uncle was not at the factory, and that point alone was extremely suspicious. Gustav would probably have given him a detailed lecture as soon as he entered the premises about what he thought and how stupid he was of spending the night outside his protected room.

The blond-haired man sat down doubtfully on his relative's bed and tried to find the most conclusive explanation possible for this new situation. Of all the things that had happened in the last 24 hours, he could - with luck - explain maybe ten percent with human logic. The rest moved in a supernatural sphere, which he had involuntarily encountered several times in the mountain village. Did the last two nights also belong to these mysteries? The soldier was starting to consider using a very wild nightmare as an explanation, especially since he had often sleepwalked as a child. Karl hesitantly got up from the mattress and took a look under the bed, slowly pulling out his uncle's metal box. When he opened it, he immediately noticed some inconsistencies that did not fit with the dream theory.

The gun was already on his belt, of course, but a number of bullet packs had also been removed. There was no trace of these. Karl knew that he would not find any answers to his questions on his uncle's premises. On the way to the castle he would pass Moreau's small clinic - he hoped to have better luck there finding some clues. The former officer became increasingly nervous on the way to his friend. None of this made any sense. He hadn't even realized that there was no damage to his lower jaw anymore. The thumbs that had been tugging at him in his mouth were so clear in his memory that the blond-haired man had no doubts about the truth of this thought. His jaw was broken and something healed it at night. The soldier passed the Beneviento house again. Donna stood at the railing of the small villa, her dark veil blowing slightly in the cold wind.

Karl wasted no time with the woman and sprinted to the village's moorland. The young man did not notice that an invisible force was helping him to master the path. Finally, the door of the clinic came into view. The former officer quickly pounded on the ailing wood and yelled: "Sal?! Please tell me you're still here!” It wasn't a minute before the doctor's sleepy face appeared in the doorway. Salvatore yawned heartily and murmured sleepily: "Where else should I be, brother? Did you take a look at the clock, by chance?” The person addressed fell silent immediately, just stared wide-eyed at Moreau. The doctor frowned and asked cautiously: "Is something wrong, Karl? If I didn't know better, I would think you saw a ghost."

The young man replied, visibly irritated: "Are you okay? How is that possible?” That question made Moreau suddenly bark a laugh. He put his hand gently on the younger man's shoulder and replied with amusement: "Why shouldn't I be fine, brother? It really touches me that you seem to be really worried about old buddy Sal, but I'm doing great. Really.” Karl couldn't find words at that moment. Was his mind just playing a very nasty trick on him and the dream theory was closer to the truth than he thought? Moreau eyed his friend sceptically. He spoke soothingly: "Wouldn't you rather come in and have tea with me? I don't like your absent-mindedness at all, Karl."

The former officer blinked in surprise. He waved it off and replied curtly: "Maybe later. First I have to visit Alcina.” The doctor crossed his arms in front of his chest, then sighed softly and went into his living room. He called loudly from inside the clinic: "I'll walk you up to the castle, brother. Alcina had asked me for an appointment anyway. Give me one minute.” The blond-haired man didn't answer him. He leaned a little in the door frame and waited for his friend, then recognized the dusty key board next to the entrance. Karl bit his lower lip slightly and concentrated on a thicker metal key, trying to set it in motion mentally. If all this had really been just a nightmare, nothing should be allowed to happen to the metal now. A few seconds passed.

Suddenly the key stirred and began to lift off the board as if in slow motion. The former officer couldn't believe his own eyes. "I'm ready," Moreau called loudly from the living room, as usual. The soldier lost concentration at that moment and the key slipped back to its original position. Salvatore left his clinic, locked the door with said key. The young man stared at the keyhole in disbelief, wondering if he was imagining those movements seconds before. "Come on," laughed the doctor, hitting him lightly on the shoulder, "you shouldn't keep your beloved lady waiting unnecessarily long. That’s rude, brother." Karl couldn't help but laugh at this statement. Salvatore still seemed to be the same.

The former officer went up the hill to Dimitrescu Castle with his friend. Before they got to the big gate, the younger one asked hesitantly: “How did you feel after the party?” Embarrassed, the doctor scratched the back of his head and answered with a grin: “I slept through almost all of yesterday, Karl. I really drank too much at the party, but when else do I have the opportunity to drink such good beer and, above all, such good wine. I couldn't miss that.” The soldier remained silent after this answer. No mention of his presence at the clinic the previous day. He still had this queasy feeling that something was very wrong here.

They entered Dimitrescu estate together and were received by the butlers, whom they had already seen at the party. Both made room for the guests without further ado and informed them that Alcina was currently staying in the library. Karl and Salvatore followed the orders of the servants on their way to the library. "The castle is a huge, overcomplicated maze," the doctor cursed, panting hard, as they climbed the several stairs together, "how can Alcina actually find her way around here on her own? I praise my three rooms in the clinic over this crap here." The soldier smiled at this complaint and replied with amusement: "She grew up here, Sal. What do you expect? In addition, I find the structure of the Beneviento house to be much more confusing than the Dimitrescu estate.”

Moreau groaned heavily and mumbled something unintelligible. They finally reached the library with some help from one of the many maids. Karl was surprised at how impressively this room was designed. The white glass in the dome above the room cast a warm light into the library and bathed the dark bookshelves in the middle in a soft glow. Whoever built this castle must have known exactly how to impress the noble family of their unique art. Alcina was sitting at a small desk near the fireplace, her eyes wandering intently over a few lines in an old book. Before Karl could say anything, Salvatore forestalled him: "Always lost in books. I don't know you otherwise, Alcina.” The jazz singer looked up slowly.

When their eyes met, Karl became aware that he wasn't the only one struggling with a certain irritation at the moment and couldn't really explain some things. The eyes of the nobles also seemed sceptical about the current situation. Alcina finally replied quietly: "Books have given me security and support since my early childhood, Dr. Moreau. This fact hasn't changed much to this day.” The soldier sensed that she was subliminally trying to tell him that she was feeling unwell. He gave her an understanding nod. Salvatore missed this non-verbal communication, of course, and said happily: "We all have things that we still find pleasant even after decades. You certainly don't have to justify yourself for that, Alcina.” The black-haired woman raised an eyebrow slightly. It was pretty obvious that she wanted to spend some time alone with Karl and the doctor subconsciously disturbed that moment. After a while she asked coolly: "You certainly didn't come all this way to watch me read a book, yes? How can I help you Dr. Moreau?”

"Actually, I would like to help you," Salvatore replied with a smile, "I wanted to offer you an appointment at my clinic for next week. There's still room available for a full examination on Thursday morning.” The noblewoman smiled slightly, but her mind seemed to be elsewhere. She replied calmly: "I'll be happy to take that one, doctor. Would you give the appointment to one of my servants? I will try to make a note of it, however with all the matters to be resolved since my return I have not been able to keep track of all the dates. I want to apologize for this lack of concentration, doctor.”

Salvatore laughed at this explanation. He put his hands in his jacket pocket and spoke amused: "I will also leave you a note with the date, then. I will see you next week Alcina and you later for some tea, brother.” The person addressed nodded slightly and said goodbye to his friend. The door had hardly closed when the noblewoman was already on her way to her lover. She wrapped her arms tightly around the soldier and literally held on to him. Karl returned this hug, then whispered softly to Alcina: "It wasn't just a horrible nightmare, right?" This question sounded more like a horrible statement.

The noble buried her face in his shoulder. A soft sniff was heard as she hesitantly replied: "I wish I could give you an answer to that, my dear. It doesn't feel like only a gruesome nightmare, but the villagers' behaviour isn't unusual or even suspicious. Nobody seems to remember yesterday's tumult in the church." The young man sighed softly and said hesitantly: "Gustav is gone." The jazz singer was about to say something when Karl added: "I found neither a body nor blood on the premises. He just fell off the face of the earth, Alcina, although the machines keep running as usual. The duke hasn't registered to stop by until next week's Saturday.” The woman knew what he was getting at. She replied what he suspected: "Gustav had no reason to leave his factory. Am I correct in this assumption?”

The former officer nodded slowly. The couple looked into each other's eyes almost doubtfully for a silent moment. After a few seconds, Alcina spoke tearfully: "Are we losing our minds, Karl?" The blond-haired man wiped a single tear from the noblewoman's cheek and then gave her a tender kiss. Resting his forehead on the jazz singer's, he replied reassuringly: "I don't know, but if we go crazy, at least we're still together in this madness." The lovers held each other for a long time. At the same time, they knew they had to find answers—as soon as possible.

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