The boys greeted her politely, they wanted to ask her something, so they fell silent. Emma waited for her at the counter and gently escorted her to the elevator door. Nothing was clear to her. He confuses her even more when he asks her if she is a believer and to get protection. What protection, against what? She just smiled at her, turned around and left. She took the elevator down like in a magnifying glass, without even looking in the mirror. She didn't even see what time it was.

She sat down first in the first transport and traveled to home. It was raining again, and the streets were living some of their lives. A ragged man jumped in front of the vehicle, all in kicks and under a big hat. The vehicle automatically stopped immediately and remained hovering waiting for the passenger to enter, despite the displeasure of a couple of passengers. The strong smell came in with him and she wrinkled her nose in disgust. The smell of an unwashed body, garbage, sewage, street sediment, all that and much more. The vehicle was moving, and under the brim of his hat, the man had small cat-like eyes, she could swear red eyes. She could swear he looked at her and she tightened her purse and put her hands away with the jewelry so he couldn't see.

“Go to Set's church and the Saint will tell you where to go next. Get away from home. Run as far as you can. You will find the church. The dragon is alive,” he mumbled all that as he passed her, pressed the Stop button and quickly got out as soon as the vehicle stopped. She looked around. Nobody reacted, everything was normal. Was this told to her or is it just the raving of alcohol and drugs.

After 10 more stops she finally arrived. She walked past the market, picked up a Wrobs service in the neighborhood for the latest services, and after a 5-minute walk arrived in front of her house. At the command of her voice the door opened, the light came on, music was heard and the voice of welcome of Hommy, her new human-like robot house steward. He chatted happily as he brought coffee and cakes and asked how the young lady had spent the day. And then he looked at her and opened his mouth in surprise:

“Whoever tattooed you must have some new type of tattoo technology,” and with his finger, covered with the finest vinyl, gently touched the valley of her neck next to the collarbone, “Here you have a winged creature as if pulsing under your skin.” With his other hand, he handed her a mirror so she could see for herself.