Later, when the sun was already setting, he found himself on a bridge across the river Spree. He had walked all the way from Prenzlauer Berg, lost in thought and not really seeing where he was going. He stopped on the bridge, leaning on the richly decorated balustrade, and watched the river flow for a minute. He felt there wasn't much left for him, but there was one thing he wanted to do before he had to face a vampire or some vampires on a killing spree. Ingo wanted to talk to his father one last time.

Unfortunately his parents weren't living in town, so he couldn't just go and visit them. The young man took out his mobile phone and chose the number the integrated address-book. His mother was the first to pick up the phone. They just exchanged a few words, mostly about him calling so seldom. He tried to make the conversation short, which wasn't easy and he later felt bad about cutting her off, but his urge to talk to his Papa was stronger. When his father finally got to the phone, Ingo didn't really know what he had wanted to say. "Hello Ingo, how are you?" he heard the calm voice of the older man.

"Hello Papa," Ingo said. He hesitated to continue, not knowing where to start.

His father noticed and asked: "What can I do for you?" Ingo woke up from his paralysation: "I don't really know. I guess I need your advice." – "You want an advice from me?" his Papa sounded surprised. "That's unusual. You never wanted an advice from me. At best it was money." With a little guilt in his voice Ingo replied. "Yes, I know, but this time it's different," – "Different in what way?" – "This time my life is in danger." Ingo heard his father sigh at the other end. "Is it another world-conspiracy like a few years ago?" – "Yes. I mean no! This time it's real!" There was a moment of silence. "Even if it's true I cannot help you."

Ingo felt a wave of sadness rush over him. "You don't believe me…"

"Can you blame me? Why don't you ask your friends?" – "They don't believe me either. The same is with Markus." - "And now you ran out of options. I understand.
"Anyway I cannot help you. I still haven't fully recovered from therapy, yet." Of course Ingo knew of his father's cancer-treatment and didn't expect him to do any physical action. But somehow he expected something else than this form of denial.
He thought for another moment before he spoke again. "I don't know what to do…"

Now it was his father's turn to hesitate for a moment, but then Ingo heard his calm voice again. "My boy let me tell you something. You've always been talented and intelligent, but unstable and your imagination is always running wild. You're constantly imagining being somebody else." He had a little break. "But be yourself for a change and trust in yourself and your skills."

Another little break. "All right?"

Slowly Ingo replied. "All right…"

"In your age it's long overdue to wake up and to face your problems," the older man continued. "Okay," is all Ingo could answer.

"I have to go now for another treatment-session. Don't worry too much and trust in yourself. I'll see you, my son." – "Till then, Papa."

The line disconnected and Ingo was looking at his mobile phone's display, lost in thought.