It was raining. A slight summer rain that came so suddenly, though it has been soaking the cobblestone streets of the city for hours now. The bottom of the thick black clouds bathed in a sharp light for a second, but the sounds of the thunder have been suppressed by the deep tolling from the towers of the Notre Dame. The familiar booming of the heavy bells seemed alien and threatening in the thunderstorm and the tolls forced the slight figure hurrying down the narrow street to shiver. Long and creepy sounds echoed through the houses, twelve times in a row, then they fell silent and nothing remained but the constant drumming of the raindrops on the stones of the streets – it was midnight. A ligthning ran through the sky and as there were no other sounds to suppress it, the clash was like as if someone fired a cannon. The man stopped, looked up to the sky then pulled his coat tighter and walked on.