Jacob is in deep thought. How much did Othello know? His head hurts. He’s taking in too much. It’s also about time. Time for me to go out…

“I understand. You brought him here to see if I remember him, right? Do you want to send me away?”

“Of course not, dear Maria. You are like my sister, or daughter. I would never do that.”

As she said that, Jacob observed a quite invisible tear rolling down her face.

“Othello…”

“Hello! There you are, Othello. I thought I lost you.”

Maria turned at the sound of the so familiar voice… like she heard it before.

She gazed at Jacob, like she knew him… and Jacob stared… It was history repeating itself.