The old man looks outside the windows, at the first light of the new day, the first day of the new year, trough the abundant snowfall.
He then goes to his library, and observes the place where a book is obviously missing.
He smiles.
Her daughter will never learn to not steal the jam.
Ah. It will be a very difficult mission for Ameristar and her comrades of the MBL. But the old Neanderthal knows that she will succeed. And the Liber Vitae finally will be in his hands!
