There is a letter inside. Sophia reads it.
“I’ll look for the man found dead in his armchair. I’ll find him and tell him our story. I’ll ask him to leave you the house so you can come back and save me. Unlike you, I’ll never hear of you again. In the world I returned to, you simply don’t exist Sophia.
"You want to know if I got out of the house? The answer is yes. I returned to my world. What did I do with my life? I savoured my freedom, thinking of you. My life passed by quickly. I kept my promise, Sophia, I returned to the house, after the second world war, the one you told me about. I looked for that man but there was no-one. The house was abandoned, lost in a world that was changing too fast. I waited for the man, a long time, until I realised he would never come, and that for him to exist, I had to invent him.
"I invented myself. I called myself Andrew Boroville. I bought the house and the armchair, the most expensive, beautiful armchair. I sat there knowing, that one day, you’d come here too. Knowing that one day, you would inherit the house, that you would come get me. And knowing that today, as I write these words, you’ve just been born, fills me with joy and sadness. Joy, knowing you are in the world again, sadness because I’ll be gone soon, without having seen you again.
"Be happy Sophia. Drink, eat, love. One day you saved a man.”
Sophia smiles.
THE END
