The silently whispered words reached the ears of the brown haired Professor, his mind however was not able to make sense of this. He was fast asleep, his head rolled to one side.
The fire was slowly dying out at his side and the chess match before him was over. His Queen stood in the middle of the field, still waiting to be moved. But everything stood still. Everything was silent.
Only the young man at his side moved. His fingers roamed through his hair and he inhaled air sharply. Slowly and with some hesitation he bent down, his lips barely touching the ones of his friend.
'Saving me... why are you not able to give up, Charles...?'
Another whisper. And once again no answer followed. But still the older man smiled and sighed.
'Well.. if one person might be able to save me, then maybe... just maybe it might be you...'