Pit pushed his hands on the screen. It was really Kite and she was unconscious

'So he got you!' shouted Pit in anger. Ara calmed him down.

'The positive point is, she is still alive.'

'But look at her!' bawled Pit. Kite was in the same condition as in his dream. Her wings were clipped and an awful cut disfigured her pale cheek.

'She looks pitiful! What is happened to her, mister Harrison?' asked the reporter. Mister Harrison looked very provident.

'I found her in this awful shape. I saw her being thrown from the sky by a goddess. She refused to wipe out humanity, but she must pay.'

'What the underworld is he saying?!' Pit was very angry. 'Just blaming lady Palutena! Lady Palutena would never do such a thing!' Pit clenched his fists. 'I think he is the one who tortured Kite. And I BET he keep her asleep so she isn't able to protest.'

'What horrible,' said the reporter. 'Will she be fine?'

'She is weakened and we keep her asleep, but she will be fine and our investigation is in progress. For more information, you could go to Unilife Science Centre, the USC.'

'And thank you for this breaking news, mister Harrison. We are going back to the studio...'

'I go to USC right now,' said Pit resolute. Ara tried to stop him.

'Ara, go back to Angel Land and warn Palutena. I have a task to accomplish.'

'How cute. The brave hero go on adventure to safe his love.' With that words took she off and threw Pit's Palutena's bow.

OK, now let's find that USC, thought Pit. He hid his wings under his toga, broke his bow in two parts and clipped them at his belt. But where in the overworld was the Unilife Science Center. And if he found it, how could he safe Kite. Pit decided to ask someone. But was that a good idea? Imagine, there was breaking news about a angel discovery, then a boy with a toga, sandals and a laurel crown asked you where she was. He needed to disguise himself.

Pit walked into a clothing store and bought a long coat and a hat. In this way he could claim he was a reporter. Nobody would see his toga or laurel, only his sandals were visible. Pit walked out the store and saw a newspaper box. He saw the frontpage: ANGEL DISCOVERED. Pit grabbed one and read. It talked about the discovery of Jack Harrison and the blaming of Palutena, but no location.

'Hello mister. Amazing news, no?' said a man and Pit turned around. The man wore the same clothes as Pit and held a writing pad in his hands. On his coat stood a label: Mr. Fischer, NYT.

'Hi, my name is mister Icarus and apparently I'm your colleague,' answered Pit to the New York Times reporter. 'Do you know where the Unilife Science Centre is?' asked the disguised angel.

'I am going to the USC for an interview. We can go together. We are colleagues after all.' This plan will work, thought Pit. Mister Fischer ordered a taxicab, just by holding out a hand. In less than a minute, a typical yellow taxicab stopped. Pit and mister Fischer got in.

'So, what do you think about the discovery?' asked mister Fischer.

'Unbelievable, but it worries me. Ki...the angel looks pitiful.'

'There is said it was the fury of a goddess. There is said the angel opposed her to refuse massacre.'

'I don't believe that,' said Pit curt. 'That's the reason I want to interview him.'

'What was your name again?' asked mister Fischer.

'P. Icarus.' Pit tried to do as adult as possible. The reporter frowned.

'Is that not the name of that greek boy in the sage of Ovidius? You know that boy who flew to the sun and fell?' Pit startled. Was his first flight THAT famous?

'Lady Palutena, look! I can fly!' yelled a younger Pit happy and soared in the sky. Far below him lay the calm sea. Above him shone the sun. Pit spread his wings and flew higher.

'Euh Pit? Pit?' said Palutena a bit worried, but Pit had no attention for the world. His mind was among the clouds, near the sun.

'PIT?!' shouted Palutena, this time alarmed. Pit sniffed: something smells good, thought Pit. A bit like fried chicken. Wait, FRIED CHICKEN? Pit looked around him and screamed: his wings were burning.

'AAAAAH!' shouted Pit and fell down. He saw the sea came closer. Below him sailed a boat with one person. Pit fell further and almost hit the boat, but a flash of light encircled him and Palutena teleported him away.

'I'm born in Greek and it's a common Greek last name,' lied Pit. 'My first name is Pythagoras, but you can call me Pit.'

'I'm Ronald Fischer,' said the reporter and after a conversation about the interview questions, slowed the taxi down. Pit and Ronald got out and looked around. They saw the USC, which was a modern building with, in comparison with other Science Centres, not many windows.

'I will lead the interview, right?' said Ronald Fischer and Pit nodded. They walked on a gravel path and reached the door. Pit rung and waited in tension. What would he do if he saw Kite? What if mister Harrison look through my disguise, thought Pit. The door went open and a man in a laboratory coat stood in the doorway.

'Hello mister, I'm Ronald Fischer. We are from the New York Times. Can I have an interview?' Ronald shook the man's hands.

'Hello I'm Pythagoras Icarus,' said Pit and shook the man's too.

'Sure, wait a second. I will inform mister Harrison.' The man walked away.

'Good. When we are in, we will start with the question about...' Mister Fischer couldn't finish his sentence, because of a scream in pure agony. Pit gasped when he recognised Kite's voice.