Of course, John was intrigued by the existence of such a man, but he didn't find it respectful to ask of him now... who knows, maybe we learn more about that man in the future... but as it stands now, the conversation is coming to its end. The tensions between them were dying down. Woodfield continued for the last time:

  “Sorry my emotions are, I just feel so full of depressing emotions. We went to the top of the hill, and would you know it, it was still the same as when we had first met: the bench on which we had sat at together to meet each other, it was still there, only this time, I was the only one who was going to sit on it. The night was full of stars: the sky was black, sure, but the dots along the sky filled me with a sort of eerie feeling; my Caroline was among them now, and all I could do now was stare at her beauty, forever frozen place…”

  “I realized that I had left my shovel home, so I had to go back to get it. I talked to myself: what if there were cops around? I mean of course, I know that there were cops now, but something felt off, so I decided against it. I had started up my car again and I had driven us to the nearest home I could find, nearest home from which I could steal a shovel. And would you know it, there was a two-story house in a street which was a couple of minutes away from the hill: that was the first house that I had saw which had a shovel in its driveway. When you're in love you do crazy things: you steal, you punch, it is there before all your other emotions, for it is an uncontrollable disease, you do something you normally wouldn’t do; and in this case what I did was steal a shovel. I got up to the driveway, and yeah, is it the worst thing that I have ever done in my life? No. But still, stealing that shovel, it made me feel guilty, it made me feel hopeless. I got the shovel, and I ran back to my car.”

  “I started it up again and I pressed on the gas as hard as I could: I managed to get back to the hill in half of the time which it took me to get to the house. If I could redo it all… I would. Now it was here when we were on top of the hill, me and her, I got out the shovel. I started digging and it took me an hour. I dug a hole in which she was to lay in, never to be seen by anyone else again. My Caroline, I was going to be the last one to see her, and to kiss her beautiful, soft little lips. I laid her down in the hole and I started crying. The sounds of the city were loud, I could hear the cars, I could hear people talking in the distance, I could see the flats and I could see lights going on and off. There was life, it’s just that my life was turned off.”

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  “And that moment, now I don't mean to exaggerate this, but it was here that my opinion on life changed completely; like from black to white. I promised myself that I wasn't going to let anyone else get hurt this way in front of me again, and I stand by that from that day on. I became a protector. My face was still bleeding at this moment, I was still feeling very dizzy, and the adrenaline was wearing off very slowly, I stopped the bleeding as much as I could by wrapping up myself with some bandages I had in my medical box, in my car. I was a destroyed man.”

  “I looked at her for the last time and I realized that I had to get some help. I couldn’t stand in place forever, but I wish I could’ve. Just staring at what I had just been through, it was enough and that was the moment in which I had decided to go. Life keeps on going and I wasn't going to get better just by standing there helplessly, and with all my might and with all the power that I had left in me I went ahead and went to the nearest pharmacy. I got myself some painkillers and I tried to dose off the pain as much as I could, but it was clear to me that I was going to need some stitching. And who had done those stitches to me, you may ask? Well, it's another woman…”

  “That woman, you know who she is… She was a friend of mine: a good friend, and she is the one who had taught me all about medical care. That is why now here, in this building, I am specialized in medicine and care. She has taught me everything I know about human life and its components.”

  “This is unfortunately where my story ends as I cannot recall any other events… John, that is who I am, and now I finally hope that you can look at me as more of a person. Not just a blind person behind the mask, or is that all you can still see?” Woodfield has finished his story. John was shaken but he felt the need to reply.

  “Woodfield, I didn't know any of this, after all, we never even talked about our past lives… and even in this building here, there's not so much that we can remember, but the things we do are the worst ones. The memories we have, it's of those bad moments in life, as those are the only ones that I remember as well… Why it works like that, I have no idea but look at these Testers: they remember nothing. At least we can remember some things, right? Or at least we are beginning to remember… still, I feel bad for you. I'll take off my mask of unseriousness and I'll tell you, face to face, I genuinely feel bad for you…”

  John was about to take his mask off as well but as he did that Urien made a loud noise as he was peeping on their conversation. John had stopped, and he had rushed over to the door. Urien started running back to the E.R. as quick as he could so that John couldn't catch him; he laid himself in his bed, and he pretended to be confused. John had arrived in the room. “What happened? What was that noise, why are you awake?”

  “I don't know… a noise just woke me up…”

  “Well, I suggest you have a good rest tonight because tomorrow you have a lot of deciphering to do. Good night Urien."