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Chapter III

Rocky opened her, from all the crying "glued" together eyes and blinked a few times. Surprised about the fact that it was night, as the panorama behind the window let her know, she met a barely less surprising decision: she wanted to take a walk through the sleeping Chicago.

Trying not to make any sound, she left the warm bed and opened the door carefully. After a few heartbeats she took her purse, slipped into the brown boots she had on when she left the house for the last time and closed the apartment door.

Rocky almost smiled, walking down the stairs; she didn't feel scared outside for once. Because all the people that could hurt her slept and here she was, taking a walk at midnight, freezing in the cool air and humming a tune from a song that she believed to know forever ago; she didn't remember the lyrics or where she had heard it the first time, but she liked it. Watching for people who were either crazy as her or lonely as her, Rocky started humming louder, moving her hips to the beat that she heard in her head.

She stopped doing anything abruptly, because a thought popped up in her mind and made her mouth get dry and some kind of coldness growing in her stomach.

She still didn't remember the lyrics, or the title, but CeCe and Gunther dancing to it and smiling at each other.

This event was not only forever ago, but... fiveever ago? Rocky remembered now: this was the spotlight dance, CeCe and Gunther got it, instead of CeCe and Rocky, how the two had planned it.

A kick in the stomach; CeCe and Rocky memories.

She hated as hell the fact that her whole life before the colony consisted of this sort of memories.

Holding back the tears (after all these years it remained a mystery for Rocky, how there were still tears left), she walked on, watching the familiar streets and buildings without all the lights and coming to the realization, that she had never been out that late.

She didn't know where she wanted to go or if she wanted to go somewhere, at all, but a voice deep inside whispered in her ear a direction and Rocky took that advice gratefully.

It was almost like there were radioactive waves taking the control over her mind and taking her there.

It was something between a science fiction daydream and one of her night dreams that never made sense.

Rocky was walking for an hour now. The cool breeze made her arms become covered with tiny goosebumps and her hair flew over her shoulders in a beautiful, almost magical way. The radioactive waves, a kind of hypnosis, but in a natural way, a drunk mind, but from the fresh air, went away, but Rocky was still going in the direction she did before. She didn't actually know, where she was going, but she decided it wouldn't hurt to come home later than she had planned.

A few minutes later, in front of her was the huge airport building.

She came closer and the automatic doors opened, as if they would welcome her to enter. A man in his forties, wearing a big brown coat with a hood, came out and Rocky noticed tears in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

She asked herself in her thoughts, what reason he had to cry. Maybe his daughter who he loved very much, left? Rocky prayed for the man to stay strong; she hoped he had a wife who would comfort him.

Then why hadn't she came with him?

The man looked at Rocky and gave her a little smile. He must have thought that someone from her family had left and she was upset about it, too.

She smiled back and for once she knew, someone was nice to her. Most likely, the man didn't know who she was.

She couldn't know the real reason, but she hoped there would be more people like him.

Rocky was walking through the airport, looking at people and trying to guess why they were there. It turned out to be a funny game, if she didn't pay any attention to the people that she got glares from, but it weren't as much as at the day in the city. After a while playing it, she walked up to the bakery and wanted to buy herself something to eat, when she saw a blonde-haired boy's back. Something deep inside her told her to sit down on his table, but she didn't dare. She bought a croissant and took a seat at the table right in front of him so she could see the blonde boy's face.

This cannot be happening!, Rocky's first thought was. But then she decided to find out, what would be that bad, if it wasn't him? She would just apologize and go away...

"Gunther?" Rocky called, sounding insecure.

Seconds seemed like hours to her, before he looked up from his cellphone; ocean blue eyes met chocolate brown ones.

"Rocky?" he called back, laying down his phone on the table. She simply nodded. Gunther took his luggage which was standing behind his back and rolled it to Rocky's table, his cellphone in his jeans' pocket. He almost seemed happy to see his old frenemy when he sat down on the other side of the table.

"What are you doing here?"

His accent seemed thicker to her than she remembered him to have back then, but maybe it only was like that because she hadn't seen him for... four years?

"I don't know," Rocky said truthfully. Gunther laughed at her answer and for seconds they were just looking at each other, trying to find things that hadn't changed since he had left.

He would like to say that she looked beautiful, even if she wore some sort of clothing that reminded him of pajama - nothing left from her girly style -, but he's afraid she would take that as flirting which he wouldn't have meant the compliment like, so he didn't say anything at all.

She didn't even want to say that he looked handsome - his ego shouldn't grow, she thinks -, but she would really like to know about the time in the Old Country, she also wondered if he had been in his motherland all the years she hadn't seen him - she had a lot of questions. But they weren't friends, not then and not now; besides, she didn't know if he had contact with Tinka or CeCe who could have told him about her story.

Somehow, she prayed he didn't.