They made plans. Perhaps a return, maybe the other was. Maybe a travel, maybe another escape. Perhaps exchanged letters, phone calls at night, Sunday, crystals and beads by registered mail (...) Maybe they would recover at the same time or not. Maybe some left, others stayed. Perhaps one lose weight, the other went blind. Maybe not ever saw, with eyes here at least, maybe enlouquecessem of love and changed to a city on the other, or to travel together to Paris, for example, Prague, Pittsburg or Crete. Perhaps one was killed, the other negativasse. Abducted by a UFO, killed by stray bullet, perhaps. Maybe all, maybe nothing. Because it was too early and never late.