Hannah glanced anxiously at her watch. It was 11.54 pm and the night train for Bangalore was leaving in 6 minutes. She peered along the dimly-lit platform, searching for a familiar figure in faded jeans, carrying a well-worn rucksack. But the station was deserted, apart from a tired-looking porter shuffling around aimlessly and smoking a cigarette. She thought back to her conversation earlier that day, perhaps he’d been serious after all? They’d argued many times during their 3-month trip and he’d often gone off on his own to "cool off". But they’d always turn up later and they’d sort out their differences. Hannah fingered her ticket nervously. She didn’t want to leave without Peter...

Hannah was very beautiful woman. With green eyes in which there were oak leaves falling in autumn. Actually, there was a whole calendar in her eyes. Earlier that day, she left a message. There is no place for me anymore. Forgive me for leaving you without saying goodbye. In your eyes you don’t see me; you see your lost time. But I have you too much inside. I’ll forget all the women that took your tears. I speculate in my mind how it would have been if I had loved in that way. After she wrote this she went out in the street and let her tears pass before her sore eyes. But now, she was alone. She… her love… her memories.

"Hannah, Hannah... what are you going to do now?"-a voice whispered in her ear. It was Peter. She was running away from his hands as if those were the hands of God. She feared. Peter was crying and looking with the eyes like a great bug. A few minutes later the train came into the station and stopped. Hannah picked up her bags. "Wait, you can’t do it. You said I killed you. Haunt me. Be with me always. Drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. I...I never felt this way before. Everything I do, reminds me of you"-Hannah declared.