As I was about to go to the restroom across from my room, I heard Quasimodo moan. I opened the door of my room and saw Quasimodo, who was tossing and turning and finally falling off my sofa. Then I saw something I couldn't believe: Quasimodo's body seemed to fade away until I could almost see through it like a ghost. Jasmin came to my side and said quietly: "Hey, that reminds me of..."
I nodded, "The space-time paradox."
If, under certain circumstances, a person finds himself in another time, it can happen that time repels his existence. I don't know what happened to him after that. It may be that he will be wiped out. Before that I dreaded it.
But then suddenly Quasimodo woke up and sat up. He looked at me so lost that I felt sorry for him. I gave him my hand to help him up. His eyes fell on the display case that was next to the sofa. Among other things, my Hunchback collection was safely stored there. A large model of Notre Dame took up most of a floor. In front of the model were 2 porcelain figures. One of Quasimodo and one of Esmeralda as they appeared in the Disney movie. Of course, the Quasimodo looked a bit different here in front of me, but still... he seemed to recognize the resemblance too.
"What's that?" Quasimodo asked and then pressed his finger on the glass door of the display case, level with the Quasimodo porcelain figurine. "This character looks like me."
"Yeah... um...", I pushed in front of me until Jasmin came up to me and gave me an encouraging nod. I turned Quasimodo to face me so he could understand me. A conversation with him lasts much longer than usual. Even though Quasimodo could read lips, I had to put a lot of emphasis into what I was saying so he could understand me. Quasimodo, on the other hand, speaks more slowly than other people because he was no longer used to speaking. He'd had Frollo as his only contact for most of his life.
"I collect as much as possible that has to do with you, because you know...", I turned away from him briefly and took a book from my shelf diagonally across from the glass case on the wall. I turned back to Quasimodo and handed it to him: "Your story is very well known these days. Many people at least know your name or your home. I was 10 when I first heard about it. Unfortunately, I didn't understand everything at the time , I was still too young. 6 years later I was more mature and dealt with your story more intensively. At that time I completely fell in love with your story and it hasn't let go of me since."
Quasimodo leafed through the book in bewilderment and seemed to keep finding well-known names where he faltered. Then Quasimodo suddenly gasped. He sank to his knees and his body began to fade again. But that was not all. At the same time, the walls of my room seemed to sway.
"What's going on?" Quasimodo asked, panting.
Until suddenly everything calmed down again. As suddenly as it started.
"You don't belong in this time.", Jasmin said, as she bent her down to him: "That has consequences. Bigger ones than we thought."
"And now?" Quasimodo asked.
"You have to go back to your time.", Jasmin said when Quasimodo got up again.
"Why? There's nothing left for me there. Then I'd rather vanish here." Quasimodo said bitterly.
"Your presence also affects us.", Jasmin said with a sad voice.
"And how is he supposed to go back? What a bummer. I've written about time travel so many times. Now I'm in a story like that and completely overwhelmed!" I cursed.