I was waiting for the traffic light to cross the road. A breeze of cold wind fluttered my cardigan. It was a late summer evening, but it still felt quite cold. No clouds were floating in the sky. The Moon itself was always barely visible in Paris, this time was no exception. I crossed the street, it was one of those streets that were awfully busy during the day. but now at night, it was calm. Another gust of wind came and tried to blow me away. Something was coming. A big storm, perhaps. I walked faster. The meeting point was in sight, I only had to figure out how I would get into the tower itself. Icarus was supposed to be waiting for me at the top. Just thinking about him being there squeezed my stomach even more. I didn't think too much about anything. I was going to see my brother. And
