Character: Thomas. Page 2

- Stop guessing, come on. It's time to look around. - Stretching sheet, Thomas tightly wrapped in it, like the old woman in a shawl. - Well, how?
- Stupid - said Minho. - That is how sancetta, scary which I never saw. Thank the gods for that made you guy.
Thank you.

We all wrapped up in silk robes of error, and we instinctively think that these misconceptions is essential for life.

The past will not return. We have to think about the future.

It's nice to relax and let someone else do the work for you for a while.

- Damn it, I'm afraid.
- Damn it, you're only human. You're supposed to be afraid of.

The expectation of a fight was, in essence, worse than the fight.

- This is the proportion of heroes, - he threw. - they don't manage to survive until the fulfillment of dreams

- I wanted to make sure that I can live without you, but, you see, failed.
- What about Africa and your stories? And what do you say Knapp?
- What I use from what I rush about the world and tell the truth about others, if you lie to yourself? And why would I want to fly from country to country, if there is no woman I love?!

- Please put the vase over her more than two hundred years,
- For such money, and the new fork can't.

- Thomas! Are you satisfied that we have a 32nd of may!?
Actually, not really, sir. On June 1st, I get paid a salary..
- You do not understand.

... I loved you for who you are and never want you to change.
I loved you, not all knowing, convinced that time will put everything in its place.
Maybe in the very apotheosis of this love I have sometimes forgotten to ask you, do you love me so selflessly agrees to take all that divides us.
Maybe you did not give me time to ask you this question, as do not have time to ask him herself.
But it came, this time, it is no matter what...

- Theresa! - burst from the lips of Thomas wild cry, have muted the rest of the noise.
He crawled to her. The girl's face was covered with blood sticking out from under a rock arm apparently was broken.
He again called her name. In his mind he saw the bloody, collapsing Chuck and eyes of newt. And now Teresa. All three were his close friends. And all three VICE had taken.
- I'm sorry! - he whispered, knowing that she still can not hear it. - Forgive me...
The girl's lips moved and he leaned closer to hear her words.
- Me... - she gasped. - I've always... you...
And at that moment someone pulled Thomas away, tried to raise to his feet. He didn't have the strength to resist. Teresa died.

At the same moment Teresa grabbed the neck of Thomas's hands, pulled her to him. He did not dare to resist. They kissed, but in my heart of Thomas is nothing moved. He didn't feel anything.

Great you are the man, Baron Munchausen, but still you dust falls.