He called her mobile but it was switched to automatic answer. He tried to work out what he felt: Fear. Krystyna had never got on the bus at all but had hitched a lift and been abducted. Perhaps he should report her missing. It seemed a bit melodramatic. Anger. She was back in Poland, thinking of no one other than herself. It was thoughtless, ungrateful and selfish. Jealousy. There was another person with whom she had been in love all along; not Sandy, not Jack, but someone so secret that he could not be mentioned. He did not know if he loved her, missed her, or hated her for disrupting his life. Krystyna could do anything and go anywhere, losing herself in the world, whereas Jack had withdrawn into solitude. He knew that it would be so much easier if he forgot all about her and concentrated on his work. He returned to his desk: RespiceLook Back Item quam nil ad nos anteacta vetustasTemporis aeterni fuerit quam nascimur anteHoc igitur speculum nobis natura futuriTemporis exponit post mortem denique nostram.
