She closed the eyes and found her childhood in her hands. She closed her eyes again and re-found herself as an adult woman in a different historical age.

Grandfather's words knocked at the door of her mind, after and before. They were too heavy to conduct her soul to another dimension of time.

She was running in the rough streets among the cobblestones and the sidewalks they limited them. Trees, Chimneys and clouds were the only things on her head in that new moon's midnight.

Slums and factories chimneys, fat as many huge crowns or dark crows could have given her much inquietude but fearlessly she continued in her fast steps till either know where to go. Those endlessly roads without a name, she just tried to guess rightly where could be arrived.

Finally, only at the edge of the lane, she met a woman with a fat chignon behind her nose. Her straight hair was enough and wheat as corn rolls of moorland countrysides, her eyes as grey as a British sky and her skin too clear as the dawn air or many snowflakes they have been falling down for an entire midwinter day yet, they were the only pure and good thing of that place rather insane.

That stranger appeared crazily in her continuous crying out but she wasn't ill of any mental insanity. Lorraine put a hand on her back and brought that sad shape so close.

"Keep calm, breath!" she replied softly, the woman nodded sobbing without any sign of pity in that apparent defenseless being "What's up? Damned world!" Lorraine's voice broke the religious silence which reigned in the little hours of a new day just started now.
"Fucking man I married not many time ago, he revealed soon his shitty being!" the blond haired girl gave broken sighs and later stood up "Oh, girl! I don't know who you are but I don't want to know it as I don't understand why you are here and I mean you were safe till a moment before of you arriving here in this slutty damned world! Why are you here, escape!" her anger ate herself up breathless, bad words have been present from their first time.
"Why are you talking to me in this way? I've been searching to aid you and I've been paid with these foolish behaviors now you're giving to me?" Lorraine sighed then.
"It's not for me, it's just for you! you merit something of better!" the blonde girl moved strangely in all the necessary while she gave herself to speak.
"And I don't want something better, I don't want have cure of myself! I'm keeping care of you!" Lorraine wanted to make her understand the realest true of all the times.
"Don't think about me, I'm none! For you, for them! For me! I'm nothing anymore, can you understand? Go, leave! here, we are all bad!" the woman questioned at the end, Lorraine stood up and embraced the other one again.
"What? But you no!" and nodded continuously.
"Yes, I'm the first bad! you say no because you don't know anything of me, what do you know about me? You believe but I'm a monster, I'm such a bitchy witch as my husband has always made me think and he has been right! I'm horrible!" her teardrops talk lonely and the knight grew up, more and more, softly but that did this.
"No!" Lorraine was displeased for that victim, the last good female one in an usual bad world of males.
"No? yes, look at these!" she showed Lorraine her hands, they were crimson as the bloody fires they never stopped to lit the powdery streets of another cruel night.