“I’m not going back, Chou”.
“Really, there won’t be a problem, trust me…”
“I’m not going back, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I’m just not going back to my old life. I’ve had enough. I can’t do it any longer”.
“But… er, how are you going to manage… I mean, I’ll help in any way I can, but, what will you do?”
“I came here on a false passport. Look…” she rummaged in her handbag. “See? I made it myself, it’s virtually undetectable since I made it in the embassy from genuine, original materials. They would only know it’s false if they do a really thorough search. I even entered the number and my false name in the ‘Passports Issued Log’. I’ll find work, I’m not worried about that…”
“Aki Yamamoto?”
“Yes, catchy, isn’t it?”
“Er, yes, lovely, but I wasn’t talking about work, I’ve got heaps
