Morzik was ready. He had managed to board the train, thanks to the rerouting and delay caused by Curioso, but he was not happy about the way that he and Annette had played him for a fool. All they were interested in was the money they could get for the papers, the unprincipled dogs. This was not what he had fought for all these years. Had they no idea? Had they not conscience? Why could he still smell anchovies?

He knew that, whatever happened else happened, the papers must be destroyed. They unlocked a secret, a secret that any government would pay handsomely for, but a secret that would only be used to oppress fellow workers throughout the world. And so he, Morzik, would have act. In the disguise he had adopted, nobody, not even his own mother, would recognise him.

An old lady passed him in the corridor. "Morzik!", she exclaimed happily. "Drashnar stravelska"*, he hissed, as he slunk back into the shadows to continue his ceaseless watch. Morzik was ready - Morzik was ready to die.

* subtitle - Hello Mother