He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. “Roxanne knows it,” he said. “She’ll tell it to you. Just go to her and… and tell her I’ve had to go away. Tell her I’m going to find out if the story is true.”

He spoke with a strange kind of hesitation, as if it were infinitely difficult to find the right words. “And remind her of my promise- that I’ll always find a way back to her, wherever I am. Will you tell her that?