The next day the sun nicely coloured the mountains in its glow and people were out early Except for a small group of people, the family of Nick Orlando. The same man as yesterday was at home, packing his bags. 'Hunny, you aren't going to do stupid Dragon stuff, are you? Please, we've talked this over. Please let go of the bag. Yesterday was just a coincidence. Please don't go, Douglas. PLEASE!'. The man named Douglas turned around and faced his wife. 'There are many paths that lead to the end of life, but i know a road that is long and colourful. I'm about to make a journey to make our lives longer and bring back the boy and the dragon both. Both, i tell you'. She stared at her husband, crying. 'What purpose has it to live longer? You can't heal the dead. It's meant to be, Douglas. You can't change what is already done. Nobody can.' Douglas walked to his wife and kissed her passionately. He walked on and left the house. Before he walked out of the door, he turned his head. For the last time he looked at his wife. A tear was rolling over his cheeks. He turned back and left the house. He was gone, maybe never to return. The last chat he actually had was shortened. To stop a conversation is to cut the tongue, and he did it. He didn't have a cold heart, but he thought he was destined to do this. He walked to the mountains. A long road was ahead, a road of mixed feelings.