He parked his car in front of the gray-green and white two-story house on the street across the street from the basketball court, and a few meters further inside, he saw several small houses in light yellow, light pink and white.

One of the rooms with a two-story balcony facing out seemed to look at Foley, and Foley walked towards it, number 36, which is here.

"Efia," he shouted at the door, ignoring the doorbell or doing so, the alarm of a strange visitor might appear on the data devices of people nearby at the same time. He couldn't care about that much, Ephia couldn't have an accident, anything, anything he had worried about on the way from last night.

Suicide is not allowed.

Efia, good girl, I know you don't have mental problems, you don't even have insomnia, you're healthy, you're the healthiest of all the girls I know, suicide has nothing to do with you. Ephia, don't hear me.

Ephia lay on the floor, her white blouse the same as last night, and she lay on the bloodstained floor. It was as if waiting for him for a century.

He let out a shrill roar in despair, lingering imagination of a terrible history that has become a fact. He must not accept it, and no one can try to change it.

Representative Foley sat on the steps with his back against the door, and the two palm trees at the corner of the street stood motionless, like two witnesses who had witnessed what had happened, but could not say a word.

It's almost July, Ephia, and we can go to see the tranquility of the purple falling flowers together. Take a walk in the jacaranda neighborhood and go to our favorite bookstore to pick up a few books, different editions of the same book, as long as the price is right, you know their price, although it has gone up a lot over the years, but as long as we like.

If time had gone backwards, if I had been looking for Ephia as I am now, maybe nothing would have happened. His life would go into another small universe, though Representative believes in the ways that teach people to live well—that everything in front of them is the best arrangement.

Damn, they're not good, Ephia, not good at all, really, really not good.

He knew that he couldn't look at life this way, it wasn't fair to his mother, to Shamel, to John, but he didn't want to think about it, and he finally thought of the future that Asselguchi Lingmi and she had talked about, as if the most important moment of his life had crept in.

As an American citizen, it's like Hollywood telling generations of young people that they should be worried about the fate of humanity for the world.

But Foley knows that at the moment he is only restless about his own affairs, and he does not care about everything because Ephia still has a chance to live and say a word to himself.

When the door opened from the inside, he had no hope, and when he saw Ephia standing in front of him, as if he had just woken up from sleep, he saw the breath of life, and for the first time in a few days he felt that being alive was such an important thing, and that there was nothing more important than one being able to stand well in front of another.

"I've decided, Efia."

"Why are you here? What time is it? ”

"Ephia, did you oversleep?"

"Wait, Foley, what time is it? Why didn't my datacrat alert me. ”

"It doesn't matter what time it is, you're okay, you know..."

Not only did nothing terrible happen, but it was more vivid than she remembered.

This morning Foley made a decision, he wanted to stand, he wanted to have a free body, this idea was natural and reasonable, since there was a technology to achieve it, why hesitate.

"Wait a minute, Foley, I'll take a shower first."

"Okay." Representative Foley sat down in the living room, where there was a dark brown wooden bookshelf filled with dense books, and underneath several open empty boxes, neatly stacked with the two of them that they had exchanged.

He picked up a copy of the book on his lips, with a dark blue cover, "The Wicked Will Come", as if he were talking about himself.

A comfortable-looking sofa chair next to the box, Ephia's house is quiet, with a girl's unique mess, really not a girl who likes to tidy up, but it's not a disadvantage.

At this moment, there is probably nothing in Foley's eyes that can be counted as a shortcoming, and the owner of the room is like a new life in the early morning sunrise, like a warrior who has survived after climbing the Gobi Desert filled with poisonous air. What other disadvantages of such a moment are worth mentioning.

Representative Foley sat down comfortably in the armchair, his back a little uncomfortable, and after only a second or two he stopped paying attention to them.

There were more things that caught his attention, pink ceramic cups, curly blankets. Looking back and forth over the spine of each book, Ephia only had a few books on child psychology besides science fiction and detectives, and there was no second person in sight of these books and this living room, and Foley couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little confused, I slept until now after I came back last night." Efia was incoherent, apparently the rain hadn't brought her to her senses.

"Do you want to drink water?" She went straight to the kitchen again. Drink a glass of cold water.

"I'll make coffee."

"Sugar." Representative Foley laughs.

Ephia didn't say anything, then the two laughed, they knew to each other that the memories of this morning's past were no longer broken, no longer rocks isolated from reality and the future, they were not meaningless experiences, and they should not be resisted to recall or blame anyone.

"I just took a leave of absence from school."

"That's great, my work can be over for the time being, and three weeks of vacation should be enough for me to rest for a while."

Efia glanced at Forley with her coffee in her hand, and then moved her eyes to the book in his hand.

"Last month I saw a guy in the last bookstore, very similar to you, and when I answered the phone and went back to the sci-fi section, that person was gone, and I forgot to ask, I mean, is it you?"

"It's me."

"Thank goodness." Representative Foley breathes a sigh of relief.

"You know what I thought, I thought about Leonard, and I was thinking that if you tell me it's not true, then I'm going to be stuck in Leonard's circle and be as troubled as Belus."

"You said it was impossible for Belus to commit suicide."

"Yes, but I'm afraid to talk to you about this."

"Scared?"

"There is a very strange thing, and maybe it is also very reasonable, there is no absolute reason and absurdity in human thoughts, everything can be regarded as an illusion of the brain in the final analysis, and we live in illusions, sometimes clear and sometimes unconscious.

I would say that from the moment the doctor talked to me about the condition, from that moment on, you showed up in my brain, when I was driving, working and even with Shamel in everything.

I couldn't tell whether it was a fantasy or a memory of the past, and I was full of nostalgia and yearning for those times that I hadn't recalled in years, as if they had been alive and well somehow to this day. Representative Foley shrugged, a look of frustration.

"I make smart devices, and for me, those imaginations should be understandable and predictable. But I don't know why they haunt me all the time, and what their meaning is. ”

Representative Foley feels a little incoherent. He hoped it didn't affect Ephia's liking for him, if anything.