All the time in the world

All the time in the world

Fake Game, serial novel

Frankfurt. About ten days before day I

When I met with him, he was lost.

‘What happened?’ I asked him. No answer. ‘We need to talk. You are the one who knows how the virus works’. Again, no answer. ‘We can fix it, John. You are a great doctor, you are him!’ He looked at me with deep eyes. I waited for ten seconds and, suddenly, his eyes turned into blood before he spoke.

‘It’s not a virus. I saw it inside a dream. I’ve been there till Day I.’

‘Day I’ was the codename to define the beginning of the flu.

‘We can help you, John.’

‘I’m Alex,’ he continued,’ and I am guilty. Where is he?’

I knew what about he was speaking but I kept in silence. He had talked to me and I’d received the instructions. At the beginning, I supposed he was part of the company, but I changed my opinion very soon.

‘We met during a Baroque conference.’

‘It’s not flu.’ He repeated. ‘Did he speak about me? We were talking yesterday, during the dream. I know the problem began with a man called Alex and his girlfriend Lorraine. Do you remember?’ Of course I did, of course I tried to forget. ‘There is not a real virus.’

I tried to calm him but I knew what he was talking about. ‘What’s then?’

‘A book. It’s just a book.’ He declared sententiously.

We had to go, John. We had no time.

‘We have all the time in the world, Lorraine.’

Paris, about fifteen years before

‘We have to go, Alex’ she said ‘we have no time.’

‘We have all the time in the world.’ Alex said. He would like to be much decisive. He had to do it at once without thinking on his thousands and thousands of times. Did he really love her? Did she really? Love is a weird word, strange as just a world can be. Did his mother love him. She had to, she was obliged to love, he was now obliged to be with her.

‘I’m pregnant, Alex.’ He knew it.

‘I have to go.’ He repeated again.

**Fake Game, serial novel by Martin Cid. First Chapter
**Ten Masks of Evil, a mystery novel by Martin Cid
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