13th November 1873

The scene dissolved, Murphy was moving through clouds of memories of the Hugo.

It was like a film of his life playing before her eyes in a fast forward motion.

Where people were passing by, scenes shifting swiftly, that suddenly the memory slowed down, stopping on a specific one.

She could see Hugo sitting in his room, panting and crying harder, it was for the first time that she had seen him breaking that way.

"What have I done?

Why did I ever advised him that way.

I could have stopped this from happening.

I could have not let the time steer this way.

It's all my fault, he knew nothing.

I could have lied to him, to stop him from going that way", he was wailing out loudly.

Suddenly he stood up, wiped his tears of and started to walk in the darkness outside, hurrying towards the corridors, he lowered his hood of the cloak on his face.

"I must try whatever it takes to hinder the process, be it a humil