Eighteen

He walked through the long corridors of the hotel, checking the doors, anxious. It seemed to be a hallway with no end, and his nerves were getting louder and louder.

204, 205, 206, 207. He knocked twice on the door and in less than two seconds, a slender woman with a familiar face stood in front of him.

- I didn't think you were coming. - She looked at him tensely. He snorted.

- I've come. May I come in?

- Until you ask.

The door opened further and James entered the room. The smell of cigarettes was almost visible and a table was positioned in front of the huge window.

- Oh, that's your place. Sit down. - she ordered. James obeyed and sat down in front of the window.

Angelica disappeared for a few seconds but then positioned herself in front of him, holding a box in her hand.

- What are you planning? - he asked impatiently. She smiled.

- Nothing bad, just a look around. - James looked at her doubtfully. - Let's go back in time. A young James Bexell, interested in experimenting, maybe