We watched Joe disappear into the cathedral.

"That's interesting ..." said Jasmin.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Quasimodo is the bell ringer of Notre Dame. His father works as a stonemason in Reims. It was no coincidence that Quasimodo was abandoned in Notre Dame and became its bell ringer. It was fate."

"Right. You're right.", I said and jumped up, "Let's go to see Quasimodo."

Jasmin nodded to me and we went back to the medicus together. As we stood in front of the door, a commotion could be heard from inside.

"Wait! You haven't recovered yet!" We heard the medicus shout angrily.

"Leave me!" We heard Quasimodo shout. Then the door popped open and I saw myself face to face with Quasimodo who glared at me angrily.

"Quasimodo? What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I want to go back.", He said flatly and pushed me aside with his body to get past me.

"B-but ... Quasimodo ...", I started and ran after him while Jasmin was still discussing with the medicus. After all, he still wanted to be paid.

I managed to stop Quasimodo and stood in front of him: "We can't go now! We have just talked to your father. He wants to see you."

"I was a fool to follow you! What should I do with a father? I don't need a father. I don't need anyone!" Said Quasimodo angrily.

"Quasimodo, everything was very different from what you thought the whole time! Give him a chance to explain everything ..." I told him.

Quasimodo shook his head and held up his hand. He pushed me away from him, but more half-heartedly, because otherwise I would have flown across the square once.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing all this? I wish you would leave me alone ... I wish I was back in Paris. I wish that all of this had never happened!" Quasimodo said bitterly.

I looked up at him in disbelief and felt tears welling up in my eyes. With anger or rage, I could not say. I got up and stepped up to him again: "I only do this for one reason! Because I want to help you! Since we met in my time, I want to help you! And what are you doing? You push me off away, even though I would do anything for you! Anything! I would whip myself or let myself be hanged for you! ", I reached out my hand to him and caressed his cheek:" I would do anything ... if only I could have the assurance that you are living a happy life. "

Quasimodos stared at me in silence. His face looked downright surprised. I took a step closer and bowed my head. I closed my eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Then I said, "Because I love you."

Quasimodo stared at the brown-haired woman in front of him. He'd seen that look she gave him before ... He tried to remember when. Then it occurred to him. When Esmeralda was standing with him on the bell tower and she saw the captain on his horse in the square below. She had called him and had given the exact same look to the place where Phoebus was walking. Quasimodo wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know what to do. A woman had never looked at him like that. A woman had never kissed him. A woman had never loved him before. Here they stood now, looking at each other in silence. Quasimodo's thoughts were utter chaos. He saw something of himself in Regina's actions. She had helped him as he had helped the gypsy. She had the same motivations. She did this for someone she cared about. But what was she to him? He was grateful to her for wanting to help him, but he didn't want to see his parents. He hated them for bringing him into this world in the first place. His thoughts swung around again, he had only known hate and sorrow. How could this woman be so naive and think that she could have a happy life for him? He wasn't like other people, and he never would be. He growled and walked past Regina. If necessary, he would walk back to Paris alone. He ignored the throbbing pain in his shoulder. But then he noticed how his vision was blurred. He slowed down, began to sway, then sank to the floor and passed out.

"QUASIMODO!" I screamed, startled, when I saw Quasimodo sink to the ground. I ran over to him and saw a dark stain spreading on his shoulder. The wound was bleeding again. I would never get it up on my own so I had to get help. I was almost in the cathedral square and hurried towards it. I tore open the gate and shouted: "Help! I need help!"

The muscular foreman from earlier came running to the door again.

"What happened? Oh, you're the woman from before ..." he remarked.

"My friend is injured and lies unconscious on the street. I can't get him back to the medicus alone!" I said desperately.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll do it. Joe?" The foreman called and Joe came running straight away. They followed me to the unconscious Quasimodo.

"Oh ... That doesn't look good.", Said the foreman when he saw Quasimodo lying on the ground.

"Wait ... Is that about ..." Joe began.

"Yes, that's Quasimodo," I said.

"Good gracious ... my son!"

"Like the son you always talked about?" Asked the foreman.

"Yes, come on, let's bring him to my house, that's closer. Will you take the medicus there?" Joe asked, addressed to me. I nodded and started walking as the two men took Quasimodo to Joe's house.