Authors note: I made it! Well, at least so far as there is a tiny 20 next to the Review: Now, next goal would be a 50. No, just joking. I write for my soul healing, although I do not mind if you like it. So on it finally goes!

Now the strange man certainly held all their attention. There was something about him that made you be unusually careful about what you said or did. But Momo, as it was her way, regarded him with attentive black eyes. "How did she die?" Falco and Susanne stared at her. Although they were past asking by now, how she knew, that the woman had died.

"She was killed. He really did set her up. I never would have imagined...after all the pretence that he was her biological father...he still" the usually calculating brown eyes, seemed to wander off, revealing a deeply hurt human being. Falco frowned, still distrustful due to the strangers earlier behaviour. He was on the way of saying something harsh, when Susanna silenced him with a kiss. Momo had kept her eyes fixed on the stranger as if trying to read his mind.

"She would not have wanted you to be lost here. She would have wished for you to go on. Not to sink into despair. Your daughter would have wanted you to keep fighting even longer. And to make amends with your wife, her mother. Your daugher loved you, you know?" His eyes had gotten even more calculating. He circled her once.

Falco once again wanted to intervene and once more Susanne held him back.

"How do you know?" the stranger asked. "Isnt it enough that I do?" she silently replied. "No" he stated harshly. "I need to know how you know! Who told you?" "Noone" Momo said and looked at him with pity. "I simply know. I always do."

"You believe yourself to be rather smart, little girl, but I will find out how you were informed of my background. I have my sources." He turned and dissappeared so fast, his grey shadow blending in perfectly with the equally grey fog.

"He lost the photo" Susanna stated picking it up from the floor. "God, she was so young, so pretty." "Since when have the young ones ever been spared?" replied Falco bitterly. "Look, there is a name" she discovered, as she lay her hand on her lovers shoulder.

At the back of the photograph stood: Sydney, April 20th 2000, Venice.

"He is not here?" the Inspector almost seemed surprised. "No, he is not." David repeated. "How did you get the idea he was? After all he had people who loved him. An adopted daughter who nearly spent all her life with him and who adored him. Noone who has been so well-liked as he comes here." David sounded sad. After all he was here too.

The Inspector did not seem to care that the reason for his being here was that noone had held any love for him. He had returned to "all-business-no-nonsense" now and stiffly stood up, dusting his suit from invisible dirt. "Then I will have to look for him somewhere else. And I will find him!" And with those words he faded and dissappeared.

David smiled. At least he made it. One other soul who returned to the land of living. And he truly felt happy for the Inspector.

Just a small, tiny, well-hidden part of him felt jealous.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jack or Sydney Bristow. Heck, I own none of the characters. Not a single one. No Mary-Sues here. Happy now? I detest Mary-Sues!