23 Reunion or restart? (1/2)
The stupid hermit is my honey? My honey-pie? My cuddle-bear? My one and only snuggle-bear? My one and only biggest love of all time!
My -little one-, oh no, he has that as a title! That's what I always called him, when he played with the kids! Now I remember!
!!WHAAAAAAAAT!! CAN'T BE!
But there is no doubt. I am looking at my past self! And not only I am there, the little Sofie is also there, tugging at my skirt like she always did. And the little Siegfried! I would recognize these people even in another hundred thousand years, they are my dearest memories.
And my Johann, my honey, I would recognize this stupid smiling face everywhere! Always being happy with the world and being together with his family.
How does the grumpy, sadistic, idiotic hermit know this scene. Is he the little Siegfried? Or the baby Friedrich?
Wawawawa! Worst outcome ever if I would have been his MOTHER in a past life! But he can't be Johann! My Johann was a nice guy! Not an idiot, who laughs at others misfortune. He always tried to solve the problems of others.
The stupid hermit never smiled like that!
And everyone came to us for help. Johann would never send anyone away! He was a saint! But he was really good with science..... and he always had some strange machine to play around with. The stupid hermit is really good with that stuff too.
There was no magic in that world, so I can't verify that point....
But he has a completely different character! He can't be Johann. Uwahh! I have to know!
”Angrod? Who is that?” I ask.
”Nobody.”
”Just a lost wonderful dream.” The hermit answers.
Is he sad? The hermit is sad? That is the first time I have heard him saying something like that. Ugh! He can't be Johann! How can somebody with Johann's character change into something so twisted like the hermit!
I turn around, but the hermit already walked off into the direction of the car! He left me behind! Cruel!
I run after him and reach the car, where Rose is waiting. Angrod is already inside. I enter the car and Rose closes the door.
While we drive home, I remain silent and Angrod just looks outside the window.
I have to verify his identity somehow. But how? Does he remember our names from back then? I could ask him to tell me the names. That would be the only save way.
B... But we fought each other over eight hundred years. Wouldn't that be the biggest domestic quarrel ever? My brain somehow feels like mush.
I need to talk to the hermit alone and I need to … argh there is no good way to do this. Just calm down and wait and think. Nothing runs away from me.
***
Ok. I have something like a plan. He is inside the library for sure and reading a book again. So he is distracted.
I open the door, walk inside, close the door, and ask. Yes. So I open the door. I walk inside. I close the door.
”Angrod, tell me the name's of that family.”
”Huh?”
”Tell me the names of the ice sculptures! The snowman!”
”..... why should I?”
DAMN!
”Tell ME!”
”Don't scream! … whatever, I was the bearded guy Johann, the woman was my wife Sandra, the kids were Sofie, Siegfried and Friedrich. It's a scene from a past life. Happy now? What do you need it for anyway?”