“you mean these images are not in my head?” Jacques mutters. Jacques feels an incredible rage build up in him, he feels a tear in his right eye. and this isn’t a tear of sadness but a tear of anger for all the torment he had gone through for all these years.

Jacques shouts in anger “First of all: my name still is none of your business, second: that Iluminati of yours seriously sounds like a conspiracy and sixth and most important: Why the hell would I join you! For all I know you could be part of this organization or some wicked conspiracy YOURSELF!”, Jacques takes a breath, “What’s next? Follow the white bunny? And then being captured for sicko sadistic experiments in a somewhere in Eastern Europe?”. Jacques looks deep in Quixote’s eyes but then suddenly his mobile phone rings and vibrates again, this is a very inappropriate time to get called. Jacques gets distracted and looks at his mobile; it’s his sister again. Jacques doubts whether he should pick it up or not.