<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> Raphael Leithausser </span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000"> 'Geek' </span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/734f27ef-4950-4414-8d5e-a6e5aee4eaff_zpsf8ae4622.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #80BF00">„Just be quiet!“</span><br/><br/>Geek looked at the princess, like he was in the wrong film. What was happening to her? Was the old princess returning? Was the control reestablished already? He saw her pounding her fists angrily and then her shoulder slump. Something was wrong. <span style="color: #80BF00">„I'm sorry--I didn't...I wasn't....I didn't mean to…“</span> That sounded now again like the Freya he knew. But those mood swings worried him greatly. Something was deeply wrong. Was she starting to get schizophrenic?<br/><br/>He put his hand on her hand, but still maintaining distance. If she would alternate between her two personalities, then it would be impossible to build a band of trust between them. And he wanted nothing more than that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Are you ok, Freya? Something is wrong with you. Do you  have pain? Mood swings?“</span></div>