Ossipon was alone. He waited for a short time, then got up and walked to the door. The word of the newspaper repeated themselves in his head. 'Mysterious Death..' 'I am very ill,' he thought. He walked out of the bar and along the street as he had walked on that night more than a week ago, without seeing or hearing anything.
In another part of the city, the professor walked too, trying not to look at the crowds of men and women that he hated so much. He had no future either, but he did not care. He was strong. He believed that he could change the world using madness and despair! Small and unimportant, he went on his way through the streets full of people.