He feels his heart in his throat, being pulled by an invisible string towards the unknown realm of hers, somewhere in another continent. He can see in his vision, the helplessness and fear in her eyes biding him to go to her instantly and save her.

“Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?” (Orhan Pamuk, “My name is Red”.)

He decides to be the fool and opens his magic briefcase. Instantly he is transported 4,731 miles to where she is, and knocking at her hotel room door. She opens and pulls him inside. “Quick, we have no time. That crook is coming shortly to take me to a dinner and a dance.” She says in one breath. “I know.” He smiles. She hands him her packed suitcase and holds on to his free hand firmly. In another instance they are back…