They drove first to Harm's apart and he took some clothes and affairs and his guitar, -for the long evenings he told Mac.-
They then left for Mac's. A policeman was posted in front of her door. He let them enter. She did as Harm (except for the guitar).
*****
An hour later they finally arrived in a lost place.
Getting out the car, Mac stood surprised looking at the home.
Mac : Harm? That's so nice ! I didn't know you had a home like this. I love this place. It's really beautiful.
Harm : I'm glad that you like it. It's been a long time for me. I have not come back here since I learnt my dad died.
Mac : I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring you back bad memories.
Harm : Not at all Mac. I used to come here with my mom and my dad. I don't really remember but when I'm here I can feel his presence. It sounds crazy but you know that I am.
Mac, teasing : just what I was to say
He smiled and opened the door. The house was pretty small but was very nice. It was a sort of chalet like in the mountain villages. The house was situated in the middle of an immense land.
Harm : Welcome Mac.
Mac : oh ! That's really nice here. You're lucky to have a place like that.
Harm for himself : it's yours too Mac.
Followed by mac, Harm went upstairs. There were two bedrooms.
Harm : There is my child room, and here my parent's. Here the bathroom and I hope there's still water. They put their luggage on the ground.
Harm : Where do you want to sleep Mac ?
Mac : uh… I don't mind, it's your house Harm. Choose.
Harm : I don't know; it doesn't matter to me.
Mac : ok so I'll choose your room flyboy. I want to know how it feels to sleep in your bed Harm
Harm : deal.
They go downstairs.
Harm : so here ma'am, you can see the little kitchen and here the living room.
Mac : hum… well, very nice, I think I can live with that.
Harm : perfect. So what do you want to do now ?
Mac : what about eating ?
Harm : hum, sounds good. Well I think that we have to go the village we've passed through coming here.
Mac : let's go.
As Harm opened the door, Mac took his hand
Mac : Thank you for being here for me Harm. I won't forget.
He squeezed her hand and grinned 'flyboy-li.'
They drove to the village and bought some food. They ate it at home and went to bed as the travel had tired them.
Harm : if you need something Mac, just call me.
Mac : thank you Harm.
Middle of the night.
Harm stood up and went downstairs to drink a cup of water.
Mac's bedroom
Mac opened her eyes suddenly, beads of sweat stood out her forehead.
She began to know the movie by heart. Each night for a week, the same nightmare. She was walking in an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps, and no matter how far she walked, no matter how well she came to know the place and the streets, it always left her with an impression of being lost. Lost not only in the streets but lost within herself as well.
Each time she closed her eyes and slept she felt as though she was leaving herself behind. By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where she was as she was alone. Harm was gone, because of Coster. Because of her. She began to cry softly trying not to inform Harm.
However this one heard her and knocked on the door…
