"Alright."
Lissy Lock politely smiled at the secretary, then walked to the office door. She was about to knock when she noticed the door was ajar.
One hand on the doorknob, the other curled into a knuckle ready to knock, but then Walter Smith's voice suddenly came from inside to her ears.
Walter Smith anxiously rattled off several questions: "Nova York, is that you? Where have you been? How did you escape?"
Lissy Lock's movement suddenly froze.
Nova York...
How could Walter Smith possibly be in contact with Nova York?
Lissy Lock felt as if a bucket of icy water had been poured over her head, leaving her heart cold.
She clearly remembered that night, John Fame holding her, telling her many, many things.
Among them was the fact that Nova York had gone missing, disappeared.
So, the one now on the phone with Walter Smith was Nova York, what did this mean?
Lissy Lock withdrew her hand, standing blankly at the office door, motionless.
