Erika Günther
Physical state: Sleeping
Mental state: Fragmented
Ah, but he is
brudersome, is he? Mousing around, noseing ever since he fell from the wombroom. House
kras! Now peace and silence. Deathdoomed, lifetombed. They said so. A wild child was. Mother
muttered. Sch! No more now. Can't hear me with the shouting memories, snowflakes toandfroing.
Listen! I am as light as overthere snow, so tell me, fast, brother, can you? My fingers cannot reach you. They are as wet as overhere cold. Speak, speak,
sprich! Don't
Wind away! Now the clouds are growing.
Fates long are knocking
Door. My toes are growing, breastmountains poking. My hair is flowing, my tongue is floating. Through my bones the Danube flowing. Moon, moooon, milky glowing. A
lune. Awake.
My room... Erika wouldn't sleep any more that night. In her ghostly sleeping gown, she slipped into her woolen socks, and went out on the porch and set on the chair where Flori usually slept but not now.
''Albträume?''The dog whined, coating her hand in warm saliva, scraping her fingers with jaws.
''Ja, ich verstehe...'' she said, remembering her own dream, annoyed, hating sleepless nights. But she knew there was no way to fall asleep again.
''Was sollen wir tun, Flori?''The German shepherd let go of her hand and put his head between the paws.
''Ja, schlaf...'' she kept petting him, looking westward at the sky, slowly beginning to feel the sharp night chill in the air.
Emil Günther
Physical state: Normally awake
Mental state: Worried
What could go wrong? He'd eat and then part, go look for Steiner again. Starving won't help. He appreciated the invitation, realizing he was glad in some way to have someone offer him eating company. He nodded gravely, raising his eyebrows.
”Sure, why not.” Lsn...! ”Huh?” he murmured and turned around, stopping the walk next to his new acquaintance. Nothing there. Only the wind whispering through the snowflakes, rousing memories.
”Let's go.”
Should I ask? ”So... You're a student, too? Have you heard about it? The suicide?”