Even if the question went in through his ears after escaping his lips, it couldn't reach his brain; losing his ability to think, Mel was merely lamenting. Despite asking the same question thousands of times during the hours he spent at the entrance of his pavilion, he still couldn't find the answer.
"Mel, when did you get here?"
If Kristin hadn't taken her eyes off her guests and looked out the window, the young boy would have perhaps stayed there until morning; hearing his lover's voice, he managed to break free from the whirlpool of thoughts.
"I... I don't know!"
When the young girl took his arm and pulled, he followed her like a lifeless puppet; it was as if his massive frame was stuffed with straw, he couldn't put up any resistance.
"What happened? What did Kasper say?"
Marvina couldn't even see him; while reflecting the tension of the hours-long wait in her short sentences, she couldn't control the volume of her voice.
"He denied it, and he threatened us!"
