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on the face of the globe. “No one
is chasing me,” Adam answered decisively.
    “Really?” the woman sounded amused, “so who were they?” she
pointed up toward an unspecified direction.
    “Who?” asked Adam, “oh… you must mean the people I’ve stolen
the hovercraft from. I guess they wanted it back.”
    “And they would have taken it back had we not interfered.”
    “Oh, yes,” Adam remembered, “thank you for that.”
    The woman nodded and a thin smile stretched across her face,
“Adam First,” she said appreciatively, “half the world and its French sister
are after you.”
    Adam lunged from his place abruptly. “Where do you know my
name from?”
    “Settle down, kid,” the woman said, “if I were one of ‘them’,
you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”
    “Who are you and what do you want from me?”
    “These are not the right questions,” said the woman, “what’s
more important to understand is - who are you, Adam?”
    The boy hesitated before answering, “I’m the last base,
aren’t I?”
    “Is that what Joseph Stein told you?” the woman asked and
Adam noticed a worrisome cloud passing over her face. But the cloud immediately
evaporated and she regained her composure.
    “Do you know Joseph?” Adam was surprised. The woman didn’t
answer, but her smile betrayed her satisfaction of his confusion.
    A suited guard entered the room, carrying a tray with food
and drink. He placed the tray on the table between them and immediately left
the white room.
    “You must be hungry,” said the woman, “eat and we’ll continue
our conversation later.” Adam hesitated for a brief moment, and then began to
devour the food. It had been a long time since he had last eaten and the smell
of the food reminded his body just how famished he was. The woman followed the
devouring boy with amusement, poured him some water into a large glass and
leaned back with great satisfaction.
    Once he was done eating, he wiped his face with a wet wipe
the woman had offered him and stared at her pointedly. “You’re hiding here,
aren’t you?” Adam felt that the woman was hesitating whether or not she should
answer. “They’re chasing you as well,” he half guessed, half determined,
“that’s why you are here, we are here, below water.”
    Hesitation was apparent on the woman’s face before she
answered: “Once you are willing to learn about us, perhaps you will also learn
more about yourself and the role you are destined to play.”
    “I have a role to play?” Adam asked sarcastically, “so this
is all a game, or a play?”
    “You can definitely view all of this as a game that’s larger
than life itself,” the woman answered, “I’m Elizabeth, Ellie, as everyone here
calls me. Before we continue, I have to inform you of two unpleasant things.”
    “OK,” said Adam and sprawled himself comfortably in the
armchair. He waited for her to speak, but was not at all ready for what the
woman actually had to say.
    “Your friend Naomi was killed when she tried to run away from
the agents that abducted you.” Adam felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart.
He lunged from his seat again, his muscles tightening, ready to continue his
escape. His body was filled with pain and tears welled in his eyes. Ellie
wanted to embrace him, to comfort him but knew that the second thing she had to
tell him was just as bad. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I know how much she meant to
you.” She saw how much her words had influenced Adam. The thought of rescuing
Naomi had given him strength during his flight, provided him with the necessary
motivation to survive, matured him. Now, right in front of her eyes, she saw
the confidence he had demonstrated leaving him; he became a child again. ‘Hang
on,’ she called to him in her heart, knowing that what she had to tell him next
was even more significant. She cleared her throat and said, “Take a deep breath
and hold the air in your lungs for as long as you can.” He