"Patrick Norton, one of the members of one the most powerful families in the world, was found almost dead in jail last night." "Apparently, the victim was burnt alive while he was having a shower." "According to the police, there are no witnesses of the attack." "Currently, Patrick Norton is hospitalized but doctors claim that although he is out of danger he will never have a normal life." Oscar could not believe what he was whatching. The news appeared in the front page of every newspaper and in every television channel. In that moment, when Oscar could not help to keep his eyes on the television, his mind was full of questions. As the the news broadcasts were giving more information, several questions appeared in Oscar's mind. However, the wierdst thing was that all those questions seemed to lead to a single name: William. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door the same way as he did the first time.
The next morning was strange in jail. Every prisoner heard how the prison officers started shouting when they found Patrick's burnt body in the showers. And everyone was surprised when a helicopter came to prison to take Patrick to the nearest hospital. Everyone but William; a William still dressed up as Malick. Everything that was neccessary was going to be made to safe Patrick's life. Everything that was neccessary to safe Alexander Norton son's life. But William knew that show was not neccessary. He knew Patrick was not going to die. If William had wanted Patrick to die, he would had been dead for hours. But not in this case. Suddenly the image of Patrick being burnt away appeared in his mind. But, in that moment, he did not remeber it as memory that made him feel happy. In that moment, that memory horrified him. He felt it was something that should not belong to his head. It felt like if someone had cut that memory out from a cruel and heartless person and it would have been posted in his head. He felt devastated and disgusted. Was regret what he was feeling? Before he could answer to that question, he heard: "Malick, your sentence is over. You are free." He felt good while he was going out of prison. That was what everyone should feel when they were walking the same way as William. Even the feeling of the sunlight in the skin seemed to feel different outside than it did inside. He was free. But deep down, he knew he only was physically free. Nobody would be able to release him from the actions he made inside jail. Nobody would be able to release his mind from those terrible memories. Those memories will remain in his mind and dreams forever. When William was far enough from prison, he took off the wig and through it into the rubbish. Then he desired to take off and through his memories away as easy as he did with the wig. But it was impossible. It was strange that when he was free, he felt like a prisoner condemned to drag his memories as heavy chains for the rest of his life. In that moment, he started walking to the only place he could go to. He walked towards the only place he was welcomed. He went to the only place William was still alive. When he arrived to that strange and monotonous neighborhood and made sure he was in front of the right door, he knocked on it the same way as he did the first time.
