We walked from Alfonso's house for almost an hour to get to the cathedral. When we stood in front of her, it looked like the cathedral was still intact. Only when you looked a little to the right or left could you see that the roof of the cathedral had been almost completely destroyed by the fire. I wasn't sure if it was allowed to enter the cathedral. I had heard that a fire like this could amount to a death sentence for a medieval cathedral. I carefully opened the gate and carefully looked inside. The sound could be heard everywhere, like pimples hitting stones. There was a huge hole in the ceiling that was due to the fire. Apparently the pillar fell into the roof and made this hole in the process.

"Hello ?!" I called uncertainly.

A moment later a muscular man with black hair came up to me.

"What do you want? You are not allowed in here, it is still too dangerous," he said.

"We're just looking for someone," said Jasmine.

"Hm ... and whoever you think you will find here?" Said the man.

We nodded.

"Very well. Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for a man who works here. He's probably from Scotland and may still have red hair ..."

"Oh ... I think I know who you mean. Wait here, will you?" Said the man, walking deeper into the cathedral. A short time later he came back with an equally muscular man. Red-haired and with sky-blue eyes, like Quasimodo's.

"That's John McGrobain. We'll just call him Joe here," said the man I suspected was something of a foreman here.

John stepped forward and looked at us skeptically: "What do you want from me?"

"You ... did you have a son about 25 years ago?" I asked him.

John winced briefly. Then he looked ashamed at the floor: "Yes."

"According to your reaction, do you know which son we are talking about?" Asked Jasmine.

John grabbed both of us by the shoulders and led us out of the cathedral.

"We'd better discuss everything else between ourselves.", He said and nodded to his foreman, who also nodded to him and then turned away to go back to work.

We sat down on the lawn next to the cathedral and John sighed deeply.

"I never thought that after all these years the past would catch up with me ..." he said.

"Why did you leave him to the gypsies?" Asked Jasmine.

"Because ... the birth was fraught with complications. I thought my wife couldn't do it. And even if ... to care for a child? I didn't want her to do that after the difficult birth.", John said dejected.

"So ... wasn't it about his looks?" I asked.

"No. He's my son. And always will be. A gift from God. Unfortunately, the situation forced me to take the step. You know ... what has become of him?" Asked John.

Jasmin nodded: "His name is Quasimodo. He is the bell ringer of Notre Dame de Paris."

"Really?" Said John, amazed.

"Yes. Besides ... he's here," I said.

"WHAT?", John jumped up in surprise, "Where?"

"He's with the medicus right now. He was injured on the way here," I said, bowing my head.

"Oh ... is he okay?" asked John.

"The medicus said he could fix him," said Jasmine and winked at him.

"Lucky ..." said John.

"What about your wife? Has she survived the birth? Does she know of your decision?" Asked Jasmine.

"She survived. 5 years ago she even gave me a daughter. Pretty and healthy. Her name is Mary. That's when I told her what happened to our son. Until then, she thought he was dead. But since then she has knows that he is alive, she would like to see him again. But ... because of my work I couldn't look for him and my wife takes care of the Mary ... "said John," fate has now brought you here to us I thank the Lord for that. "

"There's only one problem left," I said thoughtfully.

"Which one?" Asked John.

"Quasimodo is deaf and thinks that you gave him up because he was disfigured," I said.

"Can we still talk to him?" Asked John skeptically.

"Yes, he can read lips, but you have to speak more slowly than usual," I said.

"Well, I'll explain it to him then!" Said John. He turned around and pointed to a small house with a blue roof: "That's where we live. When he's recovered, bring him to us and I'll explain everything to him," said John. Then he said goodbye to continue his work with the words: "The roof will not build itself."

We watched Joe disappear into the cathedral.

"That's interesting ..." said Jasmin.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Quasimodo is the bell ringer of Notre Dame. His father works as a stonemason in Reims. It was no coincidence that Quasimodo was abandoned in Notre Dame and became its bell ringer. It was fate."

"Right. You're right.", I said and jumped up, "Let's go to see Quasimodo."

Jasmin nodded to me and we went back to the medicus together. As we stood in front of the door, a commotion could be heard from inside.

"Wait! You haven't recovered yet!" We heard the medicus shout angrily.

"Leave me!" We heard Quasimodo shout. Then the door popped open and I saw myself face to face with Quasimodo who glared at me angrily.

"Quasimodo? What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I want to go back.", He said flatly and pushed me aside with his body to get past me.

"B-but ... Quasimodo ...", I started and ran after him while Jasmin was still discussing with the medicus. After all, he still wanted to be paid.

I managed to stop Quasimodo and stood in front of him: "We can't go now! We have just talked to your father. He wants to see you."

"I was a fool to follow you! What should I do with a father? I don't need a father. I don't need anyone!" Said Quasimodo angrily.

"Quasimodo, everything was very different from what you thought the whole time! Give him a chance to explain everything ..." I told him.

Quasimodo shook his head and held up his hand. He pushed me away from him, but more half-heartedly, because otherwise I would have flown across the square once.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you doing all this? I wish you would leave me alone ... I wish I was back in Paris. I wish that all of this had never happened!" Quasimodo said bitterly.

I looked up at him in disbelief and felt tears welling up in my eyes. With anger or rage, I could not say. I got up and stepped up to him again: "I only do this for one reason! Because I want to help you! Since we met in my time, I want to help you! And what are you doing? You push me off away, even though I would do anything for you! Anything! I would whip myself or let myself be hanged for you! ", I reached out my hand to him and caressed his cheek:" I would do anything ... if only I could have the assurance that you are living a happy life. "

Quasimodos stared at me in silence. His face looked downright surprised. I took a step closer and bowed my head. I closed my eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Then I said, "Because I love you."

Quasimodo stared at the brown-haired woman in front of him. He'd seen that look she gave him before ... He tried to remember when. Then it occurred to him. When Esmeralda was standing with him on the bell tower and she saw the captain on his horse in the square below. She had called him and had given the exact same look to the place where Phoebus was walking. Quasimodo wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know what to do. A woman had never looked at him like that. A woman had never kissed him. A woman had never loved him before. Here they stood now, looking at each other in silence. Quasimodo's thoughts were utter chaos. He saw something of himself in Regina's actions. She had helped him as he had helped the gypsy. She had the same motivations. She did this for someone she cared about. But what was she to him? He was grateful to her for wanting to help him, but he didn't want to see his parents. He hated them for bringing him into this world in the first place. His thoughts swung around again, he had only known hate and sorrow. How could this woman be so naive and think that she could have a happy life for him? He wasn't like other people, and he never would be. He growled and walked past Regina. If necessary, he would walk back to Paris alone. He ignored the throbbing pain in his shoulder. But then he noticed how his vision was blurred. He slowed down, began to sway, then sank to the floor and passed out.

"QUASIMODO!" I screamed, startled, when I saw Quasimodo sink to the ground. I ran over to him and saw a dark stain spreading on his shoulder. The wound was bleeding again. I would never get it up on my own so I had to get help. I was almost in the cathedral square and hurried towards it. I tore open the gate and shouted: "Help! I need help!"

The muscular foreman from earlier came running to the door again.

"What happened? Oh, you're the woman from before ..." he remarked.

"My friend is injured and lies unconscious on the street. I can't get him back to the medicus alone!" I said desperately.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll do it. Joe?" The foreman called and Joe came running straight away. They followed me to the unconscious Quasimodo.

"Oh ... That doesn't look good.", Said the foreman when he saw Quasimodo lying on the ground.

"Wait ... Is that about ..." Joe began.

"Yes, that's Quasimodo," I said.

"Good gracious ... my son!"

"Like the son you always talked about?" Asked the foreman.

"Yes, come on, let's bring him to my house, that's closer. Will you take the medicus there?" Joe asked, addressed to me. I nodded and started walking as the two men took Quasimodo to Joe's house.