I thought hard about what to do with him. There was no way he could stay here. I was interrupted in my thoughts when I heard a strange, male voice behind us.

"Something happened?"

Jasmine and I turned our heads to see a priest. Quasimodo crawled behind the pillar by which he had just been sitting.

"Oh ... um ... a friend of ours was attacked and badly beaten up.", Jasmine explained very fast, "we want to get him out of here undetected."

"Oh, I'd know one way.", Said the priest and beckoned us to follow him. I turned to Quasimodo and held out my hand to him.

"Come with me," I said.

Quasimodo hesitated at first, but when he realized that I was looking at him as a relative, he seemed to realize that he could trust me. He took my hand and we led him through the few shady corners of the cathedral to a small side door. A kind of cloak hung on the side in front of this door, which the priest took and threw Quasimodo on. Then the priest opened the door.

"I didn't see anything," said the priest and winked at me. Obviously he recognized Quasimodo.

"And what now? I can't just take him home by train!" I said desperately to Jasmine.

"Why not?" She asked and laughed.

"W-because ..." I started to stutter and looked at Quasimodo, embarrassed.

"You can do it, and I'll keep your back free.", Said Jasmine.

I sighed heavily and hung my head.

"Where am I?" I heard Quasimodo ask.

I turned to Quasimodo: "Don't you remember what time you are in? In the 21st century," I said.

Quasimodo looked around in amazement. When he entered this world, he had not dealt so much with the surroundings. But now he saw everywhere the ground paved with gray stone and strange means of transport, smaller ones on which people were sitting, who were transporting other people in a carriage-like vehicle. And then there were big, shiny companions on 4 wheels that seemed to be driving by magic. A lot of them were on the way here. They made a lot of noise and seemed to pollute the air.

Is that the future? Will it be like that in Paris one day? Quasimodo had heard of Colonge once. It was a big city, similar to Paris, but that such a mighty cathedral stood here had been unknown to him. Perhaps the cathedral was not built until after the 15th century. Quasimodo followed the two women, otherwise he didn't know what to do. Quasimodo was deaf, but he could still hear certain noises out here very softly, which showed him how loud this time was. The two women took him to a building that was not as high as the cathedral, but was diagonally across from her. When they entered the building with the round roof, they met more people than were on the street at the festival of fools in Paris. He followed the two of them, they always walked straight ahead and the building seemed almost endless until they reached the other end of the building and climbed a staircase here. When they got upstairs, he saw huge, long metal things that also moved on their own.

"This is a train. A vehicle to transport for us humans. They are operated with lightning," said Regina, to explain it to him so that he could understand. Could something be done with lightning? Unbelievable.

I climbed with Jasmine and Quasimodo in a train towards my home. I lived in one of the many districts of Cologne. The whole time I was careful that no one saw him, like his face, so that we would not provoke another fight or something worse. Quasimodo offered no resistance when we got in and he was silent until we got out again. Quasimodo seemed to have understood that it was better not to cause a stir. We walked about 10 minutes to my house. I knew that as soon as I walked into the apartment, I had to have a GOOD explanation for bringing a stranger into the apartment. Because I didn't live here alone. I lived here with my mother. She is very particular about "visiting". She knew that Jasmine was coming to Cologne, but Quasimodo was not planned.

So I put the key in the lock and unlocked it. We entered, first I let Jasmine in, who ran straight to my mother, who was sitting on her bed and already held out her hand to her. I turned right into my room with Quasimodo. I put Quasimodo down on my sofa and then wanted to take a look at Quasimodo's injuries.

"Regina ?!" I heard my mother call.

"Wait a minute!" I called back.

But my mother, as impatient and curious as she is, came to the door of my room and began in an angry tone: "You can't send your friend over and ...", she interrupted her sentence when she saw Quasimodo.

"This is a bad joke, isn't it?" Said my mother, stunned.

"No it's not. He's real and he's here. He's injured, I need a bandage," I said.

It is extremely rare for anything to leave my mother speechless. But the fact that Quasimodo is sitting in my room definitely left her with no other option. Almost mechanically she got a bandage from the bathroom and handed it to me. I put a compress on Quasimodo's forehead and then began bandaging his head. Then I motioned for Quasimodo to lie down. The sofa was just big enough to give Quasimodo space when he was lying on his side. Then I left the room with my speechless mother. We went into the living room, where we sat at the table

"T-the whole h-has to be a d-dream!" Suddenly burst out of my mother.

"No, it isn't. At first I didn't want to believe it myself until I touched him. It was then clear to me that he is real and really here."

"B-but how? And why?" Asked my mother.

"He could only tell us that after Esmeralda's death, when he lay down next to her to die, he suddenly appeared in the cathedral square.", Jasmine explained.

"Now what?" Asked my mother.

"I don't know. We'll definitely find a way to bring him back. But now he has to recover first. He was beaten up by a crowd on Cathedral Square." I said, bowing my head.

"It would be better. Who knows what will happen if he stays here. So if I think of Catweazle, for example ...", my mother said and laughed.

I opened the balcony door and stepped out. I looked thoughtfully at the sky. I wanted to keep Quasimodo here. But I shook my head to get rid of that thought. He couldn't stay. He didn't belong here. My mother was right about that. Who knows what would happen then. Still, I couldn't help but smile because of my mother's reaction to the story. If it had been different, she would have blown up with anger. But Quasimodo ... my mother first introduced me to his story at that time and thus gave my bell ringer phobia the decisive impetus. Surely there would be a way to send Quasimodo back. Somehow...