He didnât answer but seemed visibly disturbed. After a moment of hesitation he suggested, âThen come away with me, I'll give you a new home in the place where I'm going.â
The girl looked at him, she wanted to ask him if by chance he was teasing her, but the boy's eyes already answered her question. She couldnât stand him, she couldnât believe she had to accept his offer; she remembered too well how hard it had been to find that room, how hard it was to find a place among thousands of homeless people and build a life from scratch. The thought of having to start all over again drove her crazy, having to look for all those items that were part of her daily life, to arrange her spaces, to gather her stocks, and then to find herself suddenly without all those things that represented her world. Her head was exploding when she was distracted by the noise of the fire fighters carrying out boxes in which they had packed all her stuff. She knew that by now whatever she had built for herself was gone. âLet's get out of here,â she said, turning on her skates and leaving that place where she would never return again.
The next few minutes they walked in total silence. Jag followed the girl with his head bent holding the cover of his new CD, but his mood was definitely different from when he had bought it. She broke the ice by asking:
âSo where's this place you're headed? The one on the map, I guess...â The boy stopped suddenly âYes. We can leave at once!â He exclaimed, heartened.
âWhat are you talking about?â But she couldnât finish her sentence because a car with dark windows stopped beside them. The driver came out and spoke to the boy obsequiously, while he opened the door for them: âHave a seat, sir.â
Jag jumped in excitedly as if he had never experienced such a similar experience before, but the girl was reluctant to get into the car.
âHave a seat, missâ the driver said, bending lightly.
âCome on Fade, hop in!â The childish voice from inside the car prompted her âWe have a plane to catch!â
âA plane? Are you crazy? I donât even have any documents! How do you think...?â
âIt's a private plane, silly! Get in!â
That last sentence shocked her so much that she got into the car without realizing it. The door closed carefully behind her.
âWho the hell are you, the son of a prince?â She asked. âYes, the son of the Prince of Evil!â He replied wryly. âShut upâ she replied, annoyed, leaning her face on one hand and looking out of the window.
âWait! Slow down! Stop!â The girl shouted suddenly. The car stopped at the curb.
âWhat's the matter?â Asked the little âSirâ. âI have to see a personâ she answered and immediately got out of the car and skated down in the lanes of an elegant neighbourhood.
Jag reached her shortly after, just as she was ringing the doorbell of a building. He watched her from a short distance.
An elderly little man came out of the door and stopped to look at her in surprise: âFade, you're back... it's the first time youâve come to see me when you're not dripping with blood... what's wrong child?â
The girl didnât answer; she just looked down at the ground swallowing her regret. âYou're leaving, arenât you?â
She nodded her head slightly, and then she quickly embraced the man who had rescued her several times in those years and ran away before the situation became unsustainable even for a person like her. âI wish you good luck and take care of yourselfâ were the last words she heard before the door closed silently behind her.
The girl reached the child, who didnât have the courage to say anything to her. âCome on, letâs go prince,â she said, trying to seem more determined than she really was at that moment. The two went back to the car and didnât speak to each other.
The car stopped at a small out-of-the-way airport on the outskirts of the city. The girl began to show the first doubts about her sudden departure: âI have nothing with me; I donât even have an identityâ¦â
âWeâll fly with a private airline, for now you donât need an identity. When we get there, we'll see what we can doâ, in saying so, he waited for the door to open and then got out of the car. Fade sat in the car, confused, but when her door opened, she followed him.
As they climbed the ladder to the small airplane, he couldnât help but ask, âHow do you manage to go everywhere on those skates?â
âThey're rollerblades,â she said, âand I've been wearing them almost forever...â she answered, thinking that it was more than enough of an explanation.
Inside the passenger compartment, the boy amusedly watched the girl who was having a lot of trouble settling in her seat. Despite the fact that the plane had far fewer passenger seats than a normal flight, Fade banged into everything; furthermore, she clumsily hit the flight attendants who tried to help her to her seat with her hairdo.
Once the funny demonstration was over and the two unfortunate and decisively stunned stewards had been dismissed, she snorted: âWas it necessary for them to ruin my hair?â She complained. âItâs not really suitable for sitting in an airplane; you can fix it once we land...â was his answer.
The rest of the journey proceeded in total silence.
The girl looked out of the window and reflected on a strange similarity: despite a lifetime of escaping, the world around her had continued to go round while she was still standing in the same spot. Being there, in that precise moment, on that plane, forced her to wonder if she could have considered it a first true step towards some undetermined direction.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the boy. âIs it the first time that you travel by plane?â
The girl answered without even turning. âYesâ
âAre you scared?â
This time she turned towards him in surprise: âWhy should I be scared?â
âWell I donât know, many people are afraid of traveling by plane: they fear a disaster. Not having an escape route makes them restless and they begin to say things like they prefer to travel attached to the ground...â
âIt doesnât worry me,â she said firmly and turned back to the window.
âRather, what are you going to do once we get there?â She asked, to break the silence.
âI'm going to find the Momuhts! I want to be part of their band!â
âWhat a terrible idea!â The girl continued without giving him too much importance.
âNo itâs not! Theyâll welcome me! My arrival will change their lives!â
His tone of voice caught the attention of the redhead; the child seemed to be obsessed by that band.
âYou never seemed like a normal guy to me, now Iâm sure of itâ she concluded with disapproval.
Jag leaned back in his seat with an evil grin on his face. He had great projects in his mind for his addition to the band and he had every intention of using any means to gain the favour of the groupâs leader. He dozed off indulging in his childish dreams, fantasizing on the wonderful prospects for his future.