1482 Paris, France February 15th

Quasimodo looked down over the balcony. He only felt emptiness. His gaze fixed on the poor gypsy who was still hanging on the gallows by her rope. A gust of wind here and there made her white dress flutter. Her initial convulsions in agony had ceased. She hung lifeless, almost like a flag in the wind.

The archdeacon no longer bothered him. Because he had taken away the dearest things the bell ringer had on this earth. The only person who had helped him ... she had given him water ...

Quasimodo dared not take his eyes off the gypsy until they finally took her off the gallows an hour later and took her away. That caused a kind of jolt in the bell ringer, because until now he had stood there like petrified. Now he climbed over the balcony down to the street and followed the men who had taken Esmeralda's lifeless body with them. They almost left Paris behind until they reached Mountfaucon. It was a hill where all the bodies of those who were executed were usually laid.

Quasimodo did not enter the hill until the two men came out again and were far out of sight. Moving the heavy iron gate hadn't been a problem for the bell ringer, he easily broke the chain that locked it. The bell ringer ran through many corridors and past many skeletons and half-decayed bodies.

When he saw the gypsy, a smile showed on his face. He would never forget the moment when the gypsy showed pity. As the only one of all the people on Grevè Square. He lay down next to her with a sigh and a tear slipped from his only eye as he put his arm around her. He had made the decision to die here next to her. What else was there in this world? So he closed his only eye and waited for God to take him to him ...

2017 Cologne, Germany February 15th

Suddenly a bright light blinded him. He wondered where it was coming from, but at first didn't dare to open his eye. But when the light did not decrease in intensity, he opened his eye anyway and suddenly saw himself in a completely different environment. He was lying on a bare, gray stone and what was the worst ... the gypsy was gone! Quasimodo rose slowly and looked around in panic. What had happened to her and where was he anyway?

Suddenly he saw a lot of people around him, dressed in strange clothes. Many women wore pants. What the heck was going on here? The only thing that seemed familiar to him here was a mighty cathedral behind him. But it was significantly higher than Notre Dame and had two pointed towers that really almost disappeared in the clouds. Quasimodo had no idea where he was, but this cathedral was clearly more imposing than Notre Dame. Curiosity sprouted in him. He would like to see the cathedral from the inside. Because Quasimodo thought he was just dreaming all this. That's why Esmeralda wasn't there either and he didn't worry about it anymore.

When Quasimodo tried to approach the gate of this cathedral, a few men suddenly surrounded him. They looked dirty and smelled of alcohol. But Quasimodo was also familiar with such things from home. He didn't understand what they were saying, his vision began to blur because he was punched in the face without warning. The bell ringer staggered, but was still on his feet. He was about to strike back when he received another blow in the stomach area. Now Quasimodo sank to his knees. From then on he felt countless blows and kicks. The pain reminded him of the scene at the stake. Was that something like a dejavü? Would Esmeralda come and save him now?

He was saved. But not from Esmeralda. The blows and kicks stopped and Quasimodo crawled as fast as possible to the portal of the cathedral. There he got up and staggered into the interior of the cathedral and hid in a niche right at the entrance.

A short time later he felt the vibrations of many steps on the ground. 4 of them came up to him. Suddenly he felt a touch on his shoulder. Then on the head. Now his vision began to clear up and he was faced with 2 women. One had shoulder-length brown hair and the other long black hair. Like Esmeralda ...

But these women were strangers and Quasimodo backed away from fear that they wanted to harm him. But then he felt the brown-haired woman wiping the blood from his face.

She looked at him worried and he wondered why. The black-haired woman behind her looked frightened. But not out of fear of him. It was something else that he couldn't quite read. The brown-haired woman treated him almost as if they already knew each other and Quasimodo understood that just as little.

"I'm Regina and this is Jasmine.", The hunchback of the brown-haired woman read from her lips.

Queen ... thought the ringer pondered the meaning of the first name. He had read the word in a book. But the name Jasmine was unknown to him. Or maybe it wasn't derived from Latin ...

Regina asked him if he knew how he got here. But Quasimodo couldn't answer that. Just what had happened shortly before and it seemed as if the two women couldn't figure it out.

"Where am I here?" Asked the bell ringer.

"You are in the high cathedral of Colonge St. Petrus Anno Domini 2017.", said Regina.

Quasimodo thought he had not understood her correctly and asked her to repeat the sentence more slowly. But she repeated it again. Anno Domini 2017. That would mean he is ... he was ... in the future! It was more than 500 years in the future! How was that possible ??? Could that still be a dream? Impossible. He had felt the pain. He could still feel it now, from the blows and kicks these men had inflicted on him. And in dreams you didn't feel pain, did you?