“The temple? What are you talking about?” Zooey retorted with vehemence. The officer simply led them away. Once in the cell, he told them of their “crime”.
“Sacred paint stolen from the inner chambers of the temple.”
“We were never at the temple.” Judas looked up from her chains fearfully.
“Your names?” He ignored her last comment.
“Judas Amudsen. Of Holland.”
“Zooey Kráľovský. Of Prussia.” Zooey’s chin was in the air.
“You’re lying,” the policeman’s eyes widened. He looked closer.”It is you! You’ve been missing for two years!”
“Tell them that we’ve decided to come home.” Judas and Zooey half-smiled at each other.