Arno had fallen into darkness; there was nothing left, no light, no sound, no pain, nothing...

He felt like sinking into a diffuse space, where time and space had no hold.

He did not know how or how long he had been there...

Suddenly, he heard a sound, he concentrated to try to identify it, there was a voice, a female voice, familiar... This voice called him, again and again, desperately...

He tried to answer, but apparently no one could hear him...

Then the light gushed out, and there, in the center of the light, he saw her appearing...

She had not changed, she was still beautiful, her blond hair swept her shoulders, she looked sad look but she was there, before him, alive...

He wanted to approach but felt a strong wind rise, preventing him from moving, keeping him away...

She tried to tell him something but the sound of the wind covered her voice...

The wind intensified, she was carried away into the light as he fell back into darkness.

He didn't want to be separated from her again, he fought, he shouted her name: "Erica"

Then he opened his eyes... It was only a dream...

His awakening was difficult, he had a headache and the light was hurting his eyes... obviously, he was in a hospital, He tried to remember how he got there, but in vain.

A voice called him back to reality.

- Are you awake? How are you feeling?

A nurse stood beside the bed, leaning towards him. He painfully straightened up to answer her.

- Not well, my brain is boiling... What happened to me?

- We'll keep you for observation tonight, would you like to tell someone? Your wife?

- No… I'm single...

Arno answered her more roughly than he intended to, embarrassing the young woman, who caught up in a flood of excuses and justifications:

- Excuse me, I thought... I mean, you repeated the name Erica several times in your sleep, I'm so sorry, I thought...

Arno felt compelled to justify himself by seeing the nurse's collapsed face...

- Erica was my girlfriend; she passed away three years ago...

From Arno’s point of view, Erica was a wonderful girl, she was beautiful, serious and kind, promised to a great career and yet.... One morning, she was found dead in a basement, her wrist veins severed... The police concluded to a suicide... But he never believed it; she would never have committed suicide... It was in order to investigate her death that he joined the police… to try to understand... But the reality is more complicated than he imagined, since he joined the police, he had not advanced, to tell the truth, he did not even manage to access the file. Nevertheless, he did not despair of one day finding elements to relaunch the investigation.