Quasimodo was terrified when he woke up. As if from a nightmare, although he could no longer remember what he had actually dreamed. Only a strange, dull ache still seemed to shake in his chest. He looked around, confused, hoping his journey to the Future World would only have been a dream. But it was not like this. He was really here. In this room with these strange devices, next to the soft furniture on which he had recently been lying. When Regina helped him up, he saw something he had never expected here. A model of his beloved Notre Dame and in front of it a figure that looked somewhat like him. He would never have expected that he would be known and even immortalized in this world in a book. What great thing had he done to be treated like a hero here?

He had been amazed that the two women who had helped him could look at him. A woman had never been able to look at him in his ugliness. But these two ... looked at him and treated him as if he were an ordinary person like them. That almost overwhelmed him. No one had ever been kind to him. No one had ever helped him except the gypsy ... The gypsy ... Yes, she was there too. Even if she didn't look like he knew her. But she was clearly recognizable by the colorful clothes she wore, the black hair and the tambourine that she was holding up. He looked almost longingly at the figure until Regina turned around and explained everything to him. She took her time, spoke slowly and sometimes emphasized the words a little too much so that he could understand them. It almost touched him that she did everything to be able to speak to him.

Then the dull pain came back. Quasimodo sank to his knees and gasped. It was almost as if some invisible force was stealing the air from him. His vision blurred and he was close to fainting until the pain suddenly subsided. His vision cleared again and he looked up again at the two women who were standing a little intimidated.

They wanted to send him back to his time. He caused something bad in their time. Quasimodo wanted to die rather than return to his world on his own. Why also? Nobody was waiting for him there. Frollo was dead, Esmeralda was dead. He had no reason to return.

"Your presence also affects us.", Jasmine said to him after Quasimodo had straightened up again.

While Regina looked very desperate because she was wondering what to do, Jasmine had an idea: "Quasimodo, have you brought something with you that can help us?"

Quasimodo took out a chain from his brown shirt with a green stone on it. He immediately caught Regina's attention: "Is that what I think it is?", She said almost a little too quickly with excitement.

"Esmeralda," Quasimodo said with a painful stitch in his heart.

"Yes ... This emerald was Esmeralda's namesake and talisman. It was supposed to lead her to her mother."

"Okay ... I'm out.", Said Jasmine and raised her hands, "you know more about this story than I do."

"But maybe it is the key to the events. We know enough films and series with magical gemstones.", Said Regina and winked at Jasmine. Quasimodo did not understand any of this and just looked confused from one to the other.

"But how do we trigger it?" Asked Jasmin, who took a closer look at the emerald. It was still on Quasimodo's hand. Neither of the two had dared to touch it before.

"I think ... we'll never find out if we don't try," said Jasmine, touching the emerald with her hand. It began to glow faintly.

"Ookay here is definitely magic," said Regina.

"Hmmm ... I think ... that it will work more with you.", Said Jasmine and stepped behind me. She pushed me towards Quasimodo. I was a little frightened and didn't really dare.

"Come on now!" Jasmin urged and I sighed. Then I reached out and touched the emerald in Quasimodo's hand. The gem glowed green and a light blinded us. The next moment I had the feeling that a pressure wave had hit me full force and thrown me away. When I came to I was lying on a hard stone and looked into a blue sky with a few white clouds. Beside me I heard Jasmine gasp.

"What..." said Jasmin, speechless.

I sat up slowly and now saw what Jasmin meant. We sat in front of Notre Dame.

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"What the hell ..." I said speechless. Quasimodo had already got up and ran a little further forward. He was about 5 meters from the right front portal of the cathedral. I was still a little dizzy and first of all I had to realize where I was.

Jasmin had stepped up next to me and helped me to my feet.

"That can't be ... We wanted to send Quasimodo back, but we didn't want to end up here ourselves!" Said Jasmin in a frustrated undertone, "now we're causing space-time paradoxes."

I, on the other hand, felt like I was in 7th heaven, finally standing in front of this cathedral after so many years, which meant so much to me. It took a moment before Jasmin drew my attention to Quasimodo, who had now fallen to his knees where he had stopped and was starting to moan. We stepped closer and saw that Quasimodo was kneeling in front of a dark spot on the floor and was crying heartbreakingly. The stain was brown and somewhat human in shape.

Jasmin looked up and mumbled: "That must be the place where Frollo landed."

I sighed deeply and went to Quasimodo, who was still sobbing. When I put my hand on his hump, he turned around with a hateful look: "Why? Why did you do that ?! I didn't want to go back!"

I backed away from him, startled, and said: "What other choice did we have?"

"You could have just made me disappear!"

"I couldnt do that!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I ... I ..." I looked at him for a long time. I saw the despair in his eyes. I couldn't tell him. That wouldn't be right. Not now.

Dark Clouds were gathering in the blue sky. It started to rain and we took shelter in the church. As soon as Quasimodo had closed the portal of the cathedral behind us, we heard a strange male voice: "Quasimodo? Is that you?"