Despite all my hopes: it was too late!

"Where are you? I do not feel you!" Sasakawa said in a voice low and calm.

"What does it matter? It is too late now."

"Why do say that?" Sasakawa was dumbfounded.

Now I had a doubt.

Was it possible that what I had witnessed was not relevant? It was not so late? Too late?

Sasakawa, why had he called me at that moment with this emphasis?

"Estrange! What's going on?"

As if it was for him to ask questions!

"It's up to you to inform me," I muttered, avoiding his question.

"An explosion occurred in the middle of Paris. "

"A bomb attack, you mean."

"Hmm, that's what I think. Where are you? And Alma? She is well?" He seemed to care about her, focusing on her name.

"Why ask? You mean—"

"Oh, shit— Estrange! What was it?"

"I do not know, really. I had a vision, I think."

"Really? You think?" he yelled.