« This is how honest people live and work. »

A hint of regret.

A hint ? No.

Regret.

Honest ? Nevertheless, he couldn't be sure.

The old lady who was carefully unwrapping a candy for her husband could be a serial killer. She could have murdered her eight first husbands. This one would probably be the ninth victim.

That woman, helping her daughter to put on her coat, while her son played with his ball looked so happy. The two kids were really cute. Calm, obedient. Too calm ? Too obedient . « Mummy » was happy. Too happy ? The pink ribbons in the little girl hair could hide a camera. Or a bug. Both ? The boy's ball... could be a bomb. The kids stared at their mother. They were waiting for a signal.

The old man had taken out a cigarette. A cigarette ? A young guy in overalls jumped up, to light it for him. A strange lighter, with a Jolly Roger. The old man thanked and took a puff. A second one. A third. Nothing happened.

Although huge, the room was just rustling. And the big white clock, on the wall, went tick-tock. Louder and louder. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock...

It wasn't a clock.

The old woman wasn't a serial killer.

The kids were not terrorists.

The lighter was a lighter.

But the clock... wasn't a cl...

It was his alarm clock.

No. It was the communicator. He was in his bedroom. In his apartment.

« This is how honest people live and work. »

Honest ? No.

Ordinary people.

Or not ?

Yes, they were. Ordinary. And probably honest. All of them.

We are not ordinary people.

We don't know how ordinary people live. How they work. We see them as criminals, spies, terrorists, ghosts, vampires, werewolves.. But mostly... they are not. They are honest people.

Paranoia...

-Napoleon ? I am sorry. I woke you up...

-Doesn't matter. You pulled me out a nightmare... This afternoon, at the station... It could have been close...

-But nothing happened...

-Nothing... Today.

-« This is how honest...

-People live and work »... Yes, Illya. Perhaps we are getting too old for the job, my friend.

-Too old ? You, perhaps ! No, Napoleon, the truth is out there. For the last months, you tried to kill me several times. Well, I tried, too. We got the flu. We had to cope with our kids, our grown-up children, and our grand-children.

-Illya ? Are you sure you 're fine ?

-Shhhh. We experienced the seven deadly sins. Our flights crashed, I met a psychiatrist, someone tried to kill our kids, I was blind, we... enjoyed some nice moments with Nellie. We have been amnesic. We left the Uncle. We retired. We died... several times.

-Please, stop it. I am getting a headache.

-A headache ? Speaking of that, I can list...

-No, please, no. However, it's summer. Vacation time. They'll forget us a little.

-You are the optimistic guy, Napoleon... Nothing can halt them.

-Well, my friend, let's go to sleep now. Die another day...

-Good night to you, too... Er, Napoleon... There is something... That's why I called you...

-Yes, partner mine ?

-They... Many of them... tell that...

-That... ?

-We are lovers...

-What do you think... tovarish ?