Chapter 3

Meanwhile, the man looked at the beautiful stained glass window of Montfaucon church. He was pondering... nothing in the particular. Just thinking about... life, love, god, religion, everything. He didn't know yet but he was going to die today. He hadn't done anything wrong, he didn't upset anyone... he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A movement.

His head flicks to see the woman. Purple hair, glasses, corset, short skirt. Pretty girl ... didn't seem very intelligent but he knew not to judge a book by its cover (so to speak). Perhaps he should speak to her. She looked upset but not so that she wanted to be left alone. She looked ...lonely. What was she doing here?

He stood up. He decided he should speak to her. He thought he should.