Purple light flashed, and Isolde appeared in her apartment in Manhattan with Godfrey. Godfrey, once again in his hoodie, looked around the cozy, brightly lit room as he ran his fingers through his hair and sat on a sofa.
"Stay here for a while, I'll be back." Isolde said, sat on the armrest, and placed his head in her bosom.
"Don't get caught." She whispered.
"I'm tired. How long do I have to run from the authorities?" He sighed. "It's best if they're brought down."
Hearing Godfrey say all these, Isolde squinted. That vision she saw, was Godfrey really accepted back into society, or did he create a new one by destroying this one?
"They'll ask for me. I'll leave now." Isolde said, caressed his hair for a short while, and vanished.
Some minutes later, he heard a knock. Godfrey's eyes snapped open.
"I don't think she's back."
