[Aleksander]: ...It came back to me. She made a call back to her place. It only lasted a minute. At the same time, the phone rang, she took it, it was her first one. And that call was: "My cat left my house, and I'd like you to find it." She replied: "I'm terribly sorry I can't find it myself." And she truly was sorry. The cat didn't come back in the end. But I see it wandering around the block a lot. That's the thing with freedom, when you taste it once, you want to have it forever. The same goes for her, since she stopped using her "stick". Her hair sure has grown too, compared to the beginning. And since she met my sister, Beth, her wardrobe has expanded too. But I never take my eyes off of her. It's too dangerous. She could bump into someone sitting on the stairs again, or fall down some stairs. Especially since she's started wearing heels. So, right, no way. No way am I letting her out of my sight.
[Aleksander]: But there are tables...
[Emma]: There's no counter?
[Aleksander]: You'd rather be on a counter?
[Aleksander]: I'd have as many holes as those crumpets to you? So...
[Emma]: Alright...
[Aleksander]: Alright...
[Aleksander]: I'm hungry.
[Aleksander]: "Our section is looking for someone to take calls!" Truthfully, I only said that as a joke... (I mean, we were looking for someone, but anyway...) And she did look desperate, walking towards a dark future, in every sense of the word. I thought about asking her family to come and get her, but she refused tooth and nails. I was really troubled. Well, troubled, but when she said, very confidently, that she felt responsible for hitting me with her stick (that's what she calls her cane) I felt like that responsibility fell on me too, as I was sitting in her way. So, in the beginning, I was a bodyguard and young runaway girl's escort. Only in the beginning.
[Emma]: Yes.
[Emma]: When we sit face to face, you're always staring at me.
[Aleksander]: So let me confess...
[Aleksander]: When we're sitting side to side, I happen to look at you some- times.
[Emma]: Do you believe I don't know?
[Emma]: That's borderline professional misconduct, mister policeman.
[Emma]: If I could see like you...
[Emma]: I'd probably look at you a hundred times more.
[Emma]: I'd see right through you, I believe you people say.
[Emma]: What about me, how many do I have?
[Aleksander]: So...
[Aleksander]: Don't you worry.
[Aleksander]: You only have three very charming holes.
[Aleksander]: Well some- times...
[Aleksander]: You let as many holes show as a hand has fingers...
[Aleksander]: It's pretty rare, if I do say so myself...
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Aleksander looks back on how Emma first came to the police station — the half-joking offer of a job answering calls, the lost-cat case she could not solve, her refusal to go back to her family. He notes how much she has changed since then: the cane is gone, her hair has grown, her wardrobe has widened. Still, he admits he never lets her out of his sight. Over tea the two tease each other about who has been stealing glances, and Emma turns his confession into a joke at his expense.
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