By the time Mattheau woke up, he had already fallen out of the tree he was sitting in. He lifted his head off the ground and rubbed his aching chest. "Must've gotten the wind knocked out of me when I fell," he thought to himself. Suddenly his eyes widened and he leapt to his feet, now fully aware of what was going on. "I've got to go save Fèlicie!"
Mattheau immediately started running back into the mass of buildings and streets and looked around frantically for something that would quickly get him somewhere far away. Suddenly an idea struck him and he flashed back to when he had copied the page with the schematics for a glider from of Victor's notebook. In hindsight, Mattheau wondered if he should've copied the page down after all. It was a dishonest thing to do, but he only did it because he knew he could improve the design. And fortunately, that's exactly what he did. Quickly making a stop at home, he grabbed a square-shaped mechanical device that seemed to have shoulder straps and a cord that was meant to be pulled. "Hang in there, Fèlicie...I'm on my way."he muttered to himself.
An hour later, Mattheau was sprinting through the dark, cold countryside of France. He shivered due to both the cold and fear of what was lurking out in the dark. In fact, it would be nearly pitch black outside had it not been for the bright light of the moon, shining down upon him.