He walked. An hour, maybe two? It didn't mattered. He set his thoughts straight. What was he doing? Panicking over a letter? His father was an officer from the<em>Kriegsmarine</em>, he didn't have the authority to transfer him back to Hamburg! Aletta... He loved her, despite of it all. She would make a good wife. Rolf decided to tell her, discuss the matter with her. That was a decision he couldn't make alone.<br/><br/>He went back to the house, and as soon as she saw him, she kissed him in the cheek, apologizing and begging him to tell her what was wrong with his empty eyes. He suddenly changed again, his eyes back to normal as he replied her: "I apologize, my dear. You haven't done anything wrong. I'm not being entirely honest with you. There are some... things we must discuss. Maybe we could go inside and talk? Don't worry, it isn't about you... it's about me."