Behind the veil of affection they hide,

Uncaring of all the love they denied.

The rivers of sorrow they see not;

They ones they hurt so easily forgot.

.'.

Klavier picked up his keys from the table next to the door and glanced back at Ema who had followed him to the door. He suddenly felt like the husband going to work – the thought made him shiver with delight. He knew he was fooling himself but to generally see Ema first thing every morning had been enough to set a smile on his face – today she was beside him, seeing him off…

He cleared his throat and squeezed his eyes shut momentarily in a bid to get control of himself before turning around to her with a smile. She hadn't changed, hadn't showered and there was no trace of make-up on her face and she still looked like the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. It took him a second to speak and when he did, he didn't sound as collected as he'd have liked.

"Remember, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to phone myself or Lana." Of course he preferred she rang him but he wasn't going to say that out loud.

As he expected, she glared at him and crossed her arms. "What I need is to go to work!"

Klavier suppressed a smile. "Nein, what you need is a nice massage," he said with a wink, trying to ignore the way his body responded to the idea. "I can…?"

"Out! OUT!" Ema started pushing him toward the door. "Get out, you glimmerous fop!"

Klavier roared with laughter as he felt her hands on his back, pushing for all she was worth and he allowed himself to be carried towards the exit until he almost banged into the door. He turned around without warning and she stumbled, clearly taken aback. He smirked at the way she crossed her arms again, as if to cover up her surprise. "Now, now, Fräulein… Allow me to make it up to you." She simply raised an eyebrow. "I will buy you a crate full of your favourite snacks which you can munch on – " (he smirked inwardly at the way a smile crept onto her face) " – while I give you a special German massage!"

Her face instantly transformed; Klavier was certain he'd never seen her scowl with that intensity and he knew that if she'd had a packet of Snackoos, he'd certainly have fallen victim to a shower of them. Aware of her lack of ammunition, Ema stomped her foot and he laughed again.

"You – you glimmerous fop!" She spat. Klavier spun his keys on his finger, grinning at her, wanting to see how far he could push her. He was about to tell her not to be shy when she did something to demonstrate she clearly wasn't.

She stuck out her tongue.

Needless to say, the sight of the woman he loved sticking her tongue out at him kicked all of his cheekiness into outer space. He stared at her for a moment, stunned at the unexpected action, before he cleared his throat and turned away to jam the key into the lock. Klavier knew that, if he didn't get away, he would grab her and kiss her and never let go… But there was a part of him that remembered the night before – and he didn't want to upset her again. So he took a deep breath to calm himself, opened the door and turned back to her.

"I will be late for work," he said. "I will see you tonight, ja?"

"If I haven't died of boredom," Ema muttered under her breath. Klavier unhooked one of her crossed arms and lifted her hand to his mouth. He brushed his lips across the back, revelling in the softness of it.

"Ich wünsche Dir einen schönen Tag," he murmured. "Ich will, dass du…"

"Will you please speak English?" Ema interrupted and Klavier felt his lips twitch at the way she was shaking her head. "Are you secretly swearing at me or something?"

Klavier chuckled at the irony of her question. "You have no idea, Fräulein."

Ema's eyes widened. "You are!"

"I would die before I ever let such words past my lips, Ema," Klavier said trying to suppress his exasperation. "Have a good day, liebling."

With one last sweep of her face, Klavier walked out of the doorway. Every step he took away from her seemed to get heavier and he almost felt her gaze on his back. Unable to help himself, Klavier glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He smiled at her and waved, his heart jumping a little when she waved back.

His journey to work was filled with thoughts of her. He kept remembering waking up in the dark to find her sitting beside him, staring at him and holding a hand to his face. Klavier knew that he would never be able to explain what he had felt in that moment – he had been paralysed by the shock of seeing her, feeling her. And when she had kissed him… He didn't know how he'd managed to survive it. It had been as though the ground had opened up, swallowing him and every cell of his being was on fire and just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she had thrown her arms around him. The feel of her against him had been the watery relief his burning body had been screaming for and Klavier had held on to her, almost in desperation.

He had been re-playing the night over and over in his mind and a thousand questions arose; why had she cried? He had assumed it was because the attack on her and the subsequent fear had taken its toll on her but the more he thought about it, the less sense it made. Why had she broken down weeks later? And why on the night of her sister's engagement party? She seemed to have been happy…

And what had she been doing while he was asleep? Why had her hand been on his face? Why had she kissed him and hugged him? Klavier wondered if she had had an argument with Deston and then he remembered the way she had kissed him at the end of the party. Why would she have kissed him if something was wrong? And yet… Klavier had seen a look of surprise on Deston's face. Why was he shocked because his girlfriend kissed him? Klavier was certain something was wrong with them but he didn't want to ask Ema about it so he made up his mind to ask Deston. Klavier usually stayed out of other people's affairs and there were only a few things that could induce him to meddle – and Ema's tears were one of them.

"Sir?" One of the detectives stopped him on his way to his office, shaking him out of reverie. He stopped and faced the man.

"Guten Morgen, Detektiv," he said. "Do you have something for me?"

"This is all the information I could gather on the victim in the Rainsford case," he said, handing Klavier the documents. He felt a swooping sensation in his stomach at the sight of the manila folder. "Her family, friends, place of origin, her health records and career information."

"What about Herr Lowes' account of her time with them?"

"He wouldn't talk to me or anyone else I sent, sir."

"Thank you, Detective." Klavier said with a nod. "Kindly keep this information to yourself."

"Understood, sir." The man said nodding.

Klavier's thoughts were captured by Simon Lowes. He supposed he would have to talk to him personally. He flicked through the rather sizeable amount of paper detailing her life as he walked through his office door and kicked it shut behind him. Careful not to tread on the wires meandering through his office, Klavier made his way around his desk and settled in his chair, putting down the folder on his desk.

He had been waiting for this information for a while – he wanted to know everything he could about Gale. Even after Rafael had openly told him she had been a pawn in his game, there remained a nagging doubt in the back of Klavier's mind that told him there was much more to the story. Why would Rafael want to find his brother? And judging by the facts so far, it was obvious it wasn't to send a Christmas card. Klavier wasn't going to rest until he resolved everything and he wanted to do it before Rafael was executed. He wanted the chance to confront the bastard for her. He owed her that.

However, he owed another woman his everything too and he wasn't going to forget the way she'd broken down in his arms. He knew that this investigation was going to take up his time today and he didn't want to delay talking to Deston. He was going to find out why she'd cried and if it came out that Deston was behind it… Instead of finishing what was clearly a violent thought, Klavier made up his mind and picked up his phone, dialling his friend's office number.

"Good morning, you've reached Mr Cavatin's office. How may I help you?" A female voice answered promptly.

"Morning, Fräulein," Klavier said. "Is Deston available?"

"He left a few minutes ago, Mr Gavin," she answered. "I believe he mentioned Miss Skye."

Klavier tried to ignore the envy that rushed through him. "Do you know what it was, Fräulein?"

"I think Mr Cavatin meant to visit her."

"Danke," Klavier said putting the phone down. Well, it seemed like he was right in assuming something was wrong between the two and whatever it was, Deston was on his way to make it right. Klavier couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment which came with a healthy dose of guilt. Pushing it aside, he turned to the folder on his desk. He needed to take his mind off Ema…

But it wasn't that easy – he kept remembering the way she had looked at him last night. On more than one occasion he'd caught her looking at him, smiling when she looked away, her face flushing with embarrassment. Klavier had become almost convinced that she had realised who he'd sung for. If she hadn't, then he was certain he had at least affected her in some way; the Ema Skye he knew never kissed or hugged anyone.

Again, his mind drifted back to the night before and he asked himself, for the thousandth time, what she'd been about to do when he woke up. What had she been thinking when her fingers traced his face? He would have given anything to read her mind at that moment.

Whatever it was though, he knew that there was more to it. She hadn't behaved normally last night. Klavier didn't know how he'd managed to maintain control despite having her so near, despite feeling her soft lips against his cheek. He'd wanted nothing more than to pull her into his lap, wrap his arms around her waist and press his starved lips to hers.

Guilt poked at him again as he remembered that she was Deston's girlfriend – and if the man had any sense, he would be on his knees begging forgiveness from her right now. Klavier had no choice but to let last night be a memory; after all, he couldn't do anything about his feelings. If she felt anything for him, she had to be the one to make a move because she was the one who stood to lose anything.

But what if last night had just been her way of releasing her sadness? What if she regretted what had happened? Klavier's stomach filled with dread at the thought of going back and finding that the Ema Skye he'd breakfasted with and left this morning was gone – lost in the ether of madness.

He cursed under his breath and sat up straighter in his chair, yanking the folder open, flicking through the papers. He didn't want to think about such things. He would simply busy himself until the time came to…

The thought was lost as his eyes fell on the first sheet he came across; there was a photo clipped to it. If there hadn't been a different name beneath it, Klavier would have assumed it was Rafael. However, the name read David Rainsford and Klavier had a feeling he'd just found Rafael's brother. Disturbed by the uncanny resemblance between the two brothers, Klavier looked at the dates and saw that there no possibility of their being twins; Rafael was seven years older. Initially taken aback at the likeness, upon closer inspection, Klavier saw that the other Rainsford's face was much sharper, more defined and his eye colour was gray.

Inexplicably, he felt his heart sink.

He didn't know why but looking at his picture, Klavier suddenly felt dread take over him, a dread he couldn't define or understand. Shaking it off, he began to read and with each paper he turned over, he was increasingly disturbed and saddened.

She was born Gale Sanders. The youngest of four siblings she was the only girl. Her background was relatively straightforward – her parents were law-abiding citizens and she, herself, was a hard-working student with an impressively high IQ and a happy girl. All in all, she seemed to be the ideal daughter, student and friend. As he continued reading though, he came across several testimonies given by her friends, that stated she was one of the best people they had ever met. He stopped skimming halfway through when a particular paper caught his eye – it was with her best friend, Bianca Haynes.

Interviewer: Detective Thornton

Interviewee: Bianca Haynes

Relationship to the victim: Best friend / house mate

How did Ms Rainsford meet Mr Rainsford?

She met David at a café. She was waiting for me but I got held up at home with some stuff. When I saw her later, she told me that while she'd been waiting she got harassed by some guy. She really didn't like him but it wasn't a big deal because it wasn't like she was going to see him again. Anyway, we went to a party one night and Gale got involved with a couple who were arguing. Or I think the guy was annoying the girl, I'm not sure. Anyway, she got arguing with him and this guy got a bit physical – I think he was a bit drunk – and he lashed out at her. Next thing anyone knows, he's on the ground and David's standing over him. He'd knocked him out. We all thought it was weird that David happened to be at the same party but when they got together, I don't know –it seemed like it was meant to be or something.

How did they come to be friends?

I think David apologised to her for the day in the café. To be honest, I'm not sure. Gale was never really open about things like that.

Why not? You were her best friend were you not?

Yeah but she was a private person. That aside, the whole situation with David was different. She was always a bit cautious with anything to do with him… Or maybe it was that she was always confused herself. Their relationship wasn't the most straightforward. For instance, when they became friends, there was always something there that surpassed conventional friendship boundaries. When they were a couple, they weren't your average pair. It's hard to explain. There was always something different about them.

How long was it before they became a couple?

Personally, I'd say they became a couple the moment they became friends. Officially? About 2 months after they met.

What were they like as a couple?

They were together for 8 years and they were in love every single day of those years. You know how they call the beginning of a relationship the honeymoon phase? Well, those two never snapped out of it. They were the envy of everyone they knew. You could see their love for each other in their faces, the way they moved around each other… it was almost like they became one person. I heard them finish each other's sentences so many times, even going so far as to say what the other was thinking. Even after so many years, it used to surprise me. He was crazy about her and she was crazy about him. There was no separating the two. If – Lord forbid – they ever had to spend a day apart… Well, it got quite depressing to be in her company. Or his.

Then why did Mr Rainsford leave her?

I don't know. It was a shock to anyone who knew them. A group of us had gone out to eat the day before and Gale and David were perfectly fine. If anything, they looked as though they were more in love than ever. He wouldn't let go of her hand, he wouldn't take his eyes off her. Everyone kept cracking jokes about how gross it was but they barely noticed. I rang Gale that night and she mentioned him – said he was asleep or something – and because she sounded perfectly fine, I didn't think anything was wrong. The next day, I went around to her flat and found her sitting at her table, just staring at her hands. David was gone, along with all of his stuff.

Did Ms Rainsford never tell you why he'd left? Or where to?

No. She never spoke of it to anyone. Nobody ever found out why he left or where he went. She stopped talking to anyone, lost all contact with her family and moved away. I was worried about her so I moved with her but she made me promise never to tell anyone where she was. She carried on as normally as she could – I mean, she continued with her career but she was never the same. She changed her name and I never understood it. Why would she want the surname of the man who walked out on her? I never asked though and she never told me. She was never happy after that.

Did she ever engage in another relationship?

No. There was always the hope and once or twice it looked as though someone might actually succeed but… she always kept her distance.

Do you know why Rafael Rainsford wanted to find his brother?

No. In my opinion they both deserve to be locked up together where they can fight until they die. The Rainsford name is a curse. One destroyed her emotionally and the other finished the job physically. They both deserve to rot in hell.

Klavier was frowning by the time he finished reading. He had learnt so much in this interview and, at the same time, he'd learnt nothing at all. The interview concluded with a note that Ms Haynes became too emotional to continue and Klavier didn't blame her – his own heart was heavy after reading it, his mind confused. Judging by what he'd read, David Rainsford seemed to have been head over heels in love with Gale… yet he had suddenly left her.

Why?

Klavier pictured her face again. The sadness etched in her eyes, the broken smile… His mind couldn't comprehend a love that left a woman so shattered. Why had David left her? Why had he done it? He couldn't understand. How could he do it if he loved her so much? Klavier could never imagine leaving Ema and he'd loved her only a short while. David and Gale had been an item for 8 years.

Eight damn years and the bastard had left her. And even then she had remained loyal to him… and died for him.

What had happened? What had gone on behind those closed doors?

Klavier slammed the folder shut. He didn't want to read anymore. Somehow, reading her life like this was an insult to her memory; her pain, her trials and tribulations couldn't be captured by mere ink. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers touching at the tips, subconsciously mirroring his brother… And he thought.

David and Gale had been in a relationship for 8 years after which he had abruptly left her, without apparent cause. She moved away from everyone – Klavier assumed she wanted to seclude herself – and continued her career. Nine years after David's departure, Gale was approached and kidnapped by Rafael who held her hostage for 6 months. Klavier didn't know what happened during those 6 months but something told him it was important. After those 6 months, Rafael came down on her hard – he raped her and murdered her. Why had he suddenly decided to kill her instead of letting her go? Why had he raped her? There were so many questions…

Another question was bothering him; why had Rafael allowed Simon to live? After having to tie him down in order to prevent any interference from him, why had he let him go? In the time it had taken for Gale's body to be discovered, the police to find the murderer and arrest him, 4 days had passed – Simon Lowes did not appear a cowardly man. On the contrary, he gave the impression that he could kill if pushed far enough… So, what had he done after being forced to watch Gale's murder?

Klavier rubbed his eyes. He was confusing himself with all these questions. Sitting around wasn't going to get him the answers he sought. He stood up, threw the folder into a cabinet and locked it shut. Then, he looked at the clock: 9.38 AM.

It was time to pay Simon Lowes another visit.

"You're back sooner than I expect," Simon said from his position on the bed as Klavier stepped into the cell. He was lying down again, his hands crossed behind his head and didn't bother looking at the prosecutor. Klavier wondered what Simon thought about in that position, what did he see in the ceiling? And then the answer came to him;

Gale, of course. Who else?

"Indeed," Klavier said, nodding once to the warden who closed the cell door but didn't lock it. "I have a few more questions for you."

"How shocking."

He frowned inwardly, wondering what had evoked this sarcasm when Klavier had only just stepped into the cell. "I visited your friend, Raf – "

"He's not my friend," Simon interrupted, sitting up and glaring at Klavier. "The bastard's incapable of being a friend to anyone."

"I cannot imagine why." Klavier said dryly, digging a thumb into his belt. "He is positively charming."

Simon smirked. "Got under your skin, did he?"

Klavier chose to ignore this question and moved forward instead. He stared down at Simon for a moment wondering if he should even bother asking the next question or simply jump a few steps and get on with it. Simon seemed an unpredictable sort. With this thought, Klavier decided he wanted to see Simon's reaction to his questions before he proceeded with his plan of action.

"I did a little research into Gale's background," Klavier said, watching Simon closely. "Did you know David Rainsford?"

Simon's face drained of colour and then, quite suddenly, he was on his feet. Klavier stood his ground as the tall Latino stared at him, anger seeping into his face, fists curling. He was visibly shaking and, for a moment, Klavier was certain that he was going to strike him but just then Simon turned around and punched the wall. Klavier was silent as Simon stood, leaning against it, taking deep breaths as if trying to calm himself. And then he spoke;

"Yeah," Simon said quietly but Klavier heard the disgust in his voice loud and clear. "I knew him."

"How?"

A pause. Then –

"He was my friend."

Klavier stared, unsure if he'd heard right. This was getting more and more confusing. "Elaborate, bitte."

"I met Gale when they were together. I fell in love with her." Simon's voice was low and it was at a stark contrast with the venom of his next words; "I hated him for what he was doing to her."

Klavier felt an urgency rise within him – the type of urgency that came upon finding out something new – and his hand curled into a fist.

"What was he doing to her?"

Simon turned around, rage burning in those dark eyes and Klavier saw, for the first time, the inferno that was torturing this man on the inside. When he spoke, his words were like the flames themselves – searing hot and painful.

"He's the reason she was murdered," Simon hissed, turning his head to look at Klavier. "The moment he entered her life, she was dead."

Klavier turned cold. "Why?"

"David knew Rafael would stop at nothing to kill him," Simon faced Klavier fully now. "He knew what he was condemning her to by getting involved!"

"Did she know?" Klavier asked, his heart heavy. "Did she – "

"Of course she knew!" Simon laughed, almost disbelievingly. "Her knowing made no difference except to ease his conscience! He knew she would never have been scared away! It was his job never to get involved! Every fucking day he spent by her side, he was killing her!" He pounded the wall again. "She was dying and she didn't even know it! He should have just let her be!" His shouted words echoed painfully in the silence that descended upon the small cell.

Klavier didn't know what to say. He was trying to absorb all the information while resisting the urge to move forward and place a hand on the man's heaving shoulders. Simon might have had a part in the kidnapping but Klavier could no longer deny the guilt he carried inside. Klavier knew that had he been in Simon's place… He shuddered at the thought. He couldn't bear to think of it.

So, whatever war had been raging between David and Rafael had been going on since before David ever met Gale. He had endangered her… and left her. Klavier was beginning to hate the Rainsford brothers with an intensity he rarely experienced. He was having a difficult time deciding who was worse – the elder Rainsford for murdering her or his brother, the one who knowingly put her in danger… the reason she'd found herself at the hands of the bastard.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and Klavier looked at Simon with narrowed eyes. "Why did you help Rafael kidnap Gale if you knew how dangerous he was?"

He didn't answer straight away and Klavier wondered if Simon had heard him. Then, he pounded the wall again. "Because I was angry. I'd fooled myself into thinking I didn't care for her anymore."

"Faced with the chance that she might be killed did not clear your mind?" Klavier asked, trying to keep the coldness out of his voice.

"Sometimes, yeah…" Simon looked at him again and the fire was gone again, to be replaced by emptiness. "And I told myself I'd take care of her. Rafael had promised me he wouldn't hurt her if he found David."

"And you believed him?" Klavier asked disbelievingly.

Simon pushed himself away from the wall and faced him. "You met Rafael. You know how he is." Klavier thought back to his meeting with the criminal and he recalled the way Rafael had managed to confuse him into almost feeling sympathy for the brutal murderer. Unable to deny the truth of Simon's words, he nodded. "He played on my hatred for David, my anger at Gale and, at the root of it, my love for her. He said he only wanted to find David and then he would let Gale go and if I helped him…" Simon took a deep, ragged breath. "That he would never touch her again." He turned his back to Klavier who felt a surge of sympathy for the man. "I was messed up. I was eaten alive with longing and anger."

"Anger at what?" Klavier asked.

Simon didn't answer; he was still and silent except for the sound of his unsteady breathing. Klavier guessed he wasn't going to answer the question and he decided to drop it for now – he'd already pushed Simon enough. He'd got a few answers… albeit with more mysteries.

"Herr Lowes," Klavier said and his voice was gentle. "I wish for you to accompany me somewhere."

Simon snickered and turned to face him again. His face was perfectly composed again and a smirk was playing around his lips. "Are we taking the cell with us? 'Cos I'm in no mood to carry a ton of concr – "

"I have arranged for you to leave for one day provided you are escorted with a police officer and myself," Klavier interrupted. "Given the circumstances of your crime and your plea, it was not difficult to do."

Simon's eyes narrowed. "Why? Where do you want to take me?"

Klavier fixed his eyes on the other's firmly. "I know we have met only twice and we are no friends. The only thing we have in common is dead." Simon's jaw clenched but he remained quiet. "You wished to know how I knew Gale."

Simon opened his mouth as if to say something but seemed to change his mind. His lips sealed again and he crossed his arms, staring back at the prosecutor.

Klavier smiled when he remembered Gale in that one and only encounter on the beach. "Gale saved my life," he said. "I want to make sure she did not die in vain."

"And how are you going to do that?" Simon asked with narrowed eyes.

"I have been thinking," Klavier said, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Rafael is in far too… presentable a state for a prisoner. Given what I have heard and seen, he appears to enjoy certain privileges – even if they are not evident at first. I do not think I am wrong in believing that he has men on the outside still following his commands. Correct me if I am wrong."

"You're not."

"By extension, I would say that David Rainsford is still in danger."

"So?" Simon spat. "Let him die the death of a dog. That's the kind of death that's – "

"Herr Lowes…" Klavier shook his head. "However much of a scum he may be… Whatever he has done… Gale died for him." Something flickered across Simon's face. "Would you let her murderer win? Would you let her die in vain?" He read the response on Simon's face before the other even spoke.

"No."

"Then please help me," Klavier said, pleading with his eyes. "Let us make sure there is no way that he can be hurt… for her." When Simon didn't respond straight away, Klavier knew he had to act fast – he had to make this work – so he chose his words carefully. "Nothing you do now will undo the consequences of your actions," he echoed Gale's words, wondering if they would sound familiar to Simon. They seemed to – the Latino looked at him sharply, his eyes narrowed. "But you can help to make amends. Together we can pick up the remnants of the past and shape the future." Simon's lips pursed. "He will pay for he did or did not do." Klavier said and he couldn't keep the urgency out of his voice. "That is the way of the world." After a moment that seemed to last forever, Simon uncrossed his arms slowly and paused.

Then he gave one curt nod.

"Danke," Klavier said, sighing with relief inwardly. His muscles relaxed and it was only then that he realised how tightly wound he'd been. "If you will follow the warden, I have brought you a set of fresh clothes. Kindly get ready. We have a journey ahead of us."

"Huh." Simon followed Klavier to the cell door. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"We are to visit an acquaintance who I hope can help us," Klavier said leading him down the corridor. He didn't want to tell Simon what he had in store because he was certain it would elicit a negative reaction if he were to do it here.

"Is it a prosecutor thing to be so secretive?" Simon asked irritatedly.

Klavier laughed. "Natürlich! We have to hide information if we wish for our cases to succeed. It gives us the element of surprise against the defence."

"We're not in court," Simon said shortly to which Klavier merely chuckled. They walked in silence, followed by the warden and a police officer who had appeared from nowhere. Klavier looked ahead without really seeing where he was going – the next few hours were going to be tough on him but, more importantly, on Simon. He hoped that he'd made the right decision.

"How did she save you?"

He turned to look at Simon who was watching him quizzically. Klavier wasn't taken aback at the question. He'd been expecting it at one point or the other and he had his answer ready.

"She saved me from myself."

He waited for the 'what do you mean?' that he thought inevitable but Simon's next words weren't those and they did take him by surprise.

"She was good at that."

"She was?" Klavier frowned. Simon looked at him again and this time, his smile was genuine, with no hint of mockery.

"Did you think you were her first?" Simon asked.

"I…" Klavier paused. He'd never really thought of her in relation to others. "I never thought of it that way, I suppose."

"She saved me too," Simon said quietly. Klavier looked at him, surprised and the other looked back at him in amusement. "You're probably thinking I don't look saved, having just walked out of a prison cell, huh? "

"Nein, I was – "

Simon waved his hand with a laugh. "It's fine." He sobered and his expression was soft when he looked at Klavier. "She changed me. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have had the conscience to admit to my guilt on the stand. Hell, I don't think I'd be walking this Earth if wasn't for her."

They fell silent again and the thought that was spinning in his mind fell from Simon's lips, breaking the silence only seconds later;

"It should have been us saving her. Me, David, you… but she saved us." Azure eyes met raven black, sharing the same sadness, the same regret.

"She saved us all."

Ich wünsche Dir einen schönen Tag - Have a nice day

Ich will, dass du... - I want you to...