Everyone was filled with alarm. Chiara shouted desperately: “SARA…NOO…DON'T TOUCH MY CHILD!....I beg you…”she continued, sobbing and lowering her voice, “I beg you…don't hurt her!”

The man in the black jacket looked at her, coldly and scornfully. But just at that moment, the energumen who had leapt onto the floor above came crashing back down head first, landing next to the man with such violence and force that he sank into the floor, forming a crater…which the other stumbled over and clumsily fell into before he could change the execrable look which he had just given Chiara.

The other two energumen stopped and hesitated uncertainly. A thin boy with stern eyes, wearing light blue jeans and tennis shoes, was levitating down through the hole in the ceiling, and he was carrying a five year old girl in his arms….”