• « Finding this book, studying it but before all do not borrow it, answered Cassie.

    - This way we might cross each other for sure… »

    I pressed the piece of paper I had in my pocket. Cassie seemed more and more worried.

    « I swear that if you point me now the hidden camera or whatever else, I’ll forgive you. But I beg you, tell me I’m not going mad ! »

     

    Instead of answering, I presented the brief note I was holding in my fist.

    EN 18

     


  • EN 16I squinted, trying to figure the text upside down or in a mirror but it remained as impenetrable for me as the rest of the notebook.

    « I’m sorry, it’s impossible. I’ve never seen this alphabet. »

    Cassie was even more chocked than me. A chill ran down my spine.

     

    « Anyway, I said sweeping away this strange event. Seeing as you want to decode these spidery writings, what are they about ? »

    EN 16


  • EN 15

    « It takes me a long time to find a readable passage. Look at these incomprehensible characters ! Read it, thanks to this page I arrived here. »

    Cassie pointed an illegible extract, covered of unknown signs. I cringed :

    « I can’t read it ! It’s not English !

     

    - Of course it is ! Otherwise how could I read it ? claimed Cassie, scrutinizing the page to verify whether we were talking about the same thing.

    EN 15


  • Quickly we knew that we were looking for the same person, who didn’t stop escaping.EN 14

    « Her cover wasn’t that efficient, I said. Her flight didn’t exist.

    - She didn’t give me any information about were she was supposed to go, answered Cassie. However I found this in my mailbox the day after her disappearance." 

     

    EN 14


  • « However she did so. It’s totally like her. Are you sure you know her ?EN 13

    - Of course ! I was the only person whom she ever talk with in this university. »

    Cassie raised an eyebrow and I realized my mistake.

    « Well, it’s what I thought a few minutes ago.

    Same. She was always alone, I could see her only in two or three places but she was most of the time there. Usually she was knitting, said Cassie.

    - I never saw any yarn or needle. She had always some journals about History or Mathematics with her.

    - Let’s move on. Are we talking about the same Hannah ? She is deeply passioned by what she studies, but I never saw her in a classroom — who knows why. Hannah was invariably ready to have deep philosophical discutions about time, life and choices… »

    I nodded.

    « Did you know at least what she studied ? asked Cassie.

    - No, I admitted.

    - Which kind of person doesn’t know the field of study of his friend ?

    - A friend of Hannah Reeves. »

    EN 13





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