Klaus ended up in Dallas, not even fully realizing that he was in the distant past. The year is 1963. In his normal life, he behaved like a typical drug addict, but here a very special situation awaited him.

His flattering compliments attracted the attention of an elderly lady who turned out to be a very influential person. Impressed by his abilities, she provided him with everything he needed: a roof over his head, food, and even a luxurious estate. She was so fascinated by his "prophetic" gifts that soon a whole cult formed around him.

But one girl caught his special attention. She was in no hurry to join his cult, but she showed interest in him. They were sitting in his room now, and Klaus was sitting on the bed, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Do you think a tattoo would suit you? Would you like one for yourself?" He asked, showing off his own tattoos on the inside of his arms with the words "goodbye" and "hello". He smiled a little. "Maybe something equally extraordinary and distinctive?"