“Straight to Distraught eh?” Jacques thinks out loud, “Why would I trust the bumhole”. “Nihilists offering food and shelter… sounds like a joke! Nihilists don’t DO charity! what’s in it for them!” Luckily Jacques has a tendency of taking his backpack with him all everywhere he went and if he’s lucky he still has his CV from last year on him… in the worst case he could still get it from the internet and update it. A lot happened ever since. For now Jacques switches his mobile back on and changes his voicemail, he knows else his father will get worried really hard like that time public transport unexpectedly went on strike and he forgot his mobile at home and got stuck in the center of town. That’s the downside of living with paranoid parents.

Still Jacques doesn’t trust Quixote and has a feeling Quixote is just some puppet in some sick play in which the puppeteer is the same sick being that has been creating the strange images in his head. Jacques is wondering what the other organizations Quixote was talking about would be like.