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storms don’t come from the west, from the mainland. It’s not possible. But this one did. It came in the night, blew up to hurricane force in a moment. Eight houses were… smashed to kindling. Five people died. Three of them were children who didn’t get away in time.’

She uttered the last sentences with her gaze firmly fixed on Anders. ‘Plus the man who set out in the first place. The one who started it all.’ When Anders didn’t say anything she added, ‘And you know what happened to Domarö even further back in the past. We told you that yesterday.’

Anders grabbed the bottle and took another couple of swigs. He didn’t respond. Anna-Greta’s face was distorted into anexpression somewhere between sympathy and rage—more of a grimace, really.

‘I understand how you feel,’ she said. ‘Or at least…I can guess. But it’s dangerous. Not only for you. For everyone who lives here.’ She reached across the table and placed her hand on the back of Anders’ hand, which was ice cold. ‘I know this sounds terrible, but…I saw you standing looking at the anchor yesterday. In Nåten. There are many people who have drowned, who have disappeared…naturally, if I can put it like that. Maja could have been one of them. You could look at it like that. And forgive me for saying this, but…you have to look at like that. For your own sake. And everyone else’s.’

The handover (we are secret)

Anders was sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room. Among all the pictures that had flashed through his mind during the course of the evening, there was one that wouldn’t go away, that left him no peace.

She hasn’t got her snowsuit.

He had brought it up from the kitchen and hung it carefully over the back of the wooden chair by the window. Now he had it in his arms as he rocked back and forth.

She’ll be freezing, wherever she is.

If he could only dress her in her snowsuit, if he could only do that. He caressed the slightly worn fabric, the patch with Bamse and the jars of honey.

Simon and Anna-Greta had gone to bed an hour ago. Anders had offered to sleep on the sofa downstairs if they…wanted to be alone on their wedding night, if they didn’t want anyone nearby. The offer had been met with an assurance that it was absolutely fine to have someone nearby, that as far as the wedding night was concerned, this was a night like any other. A quiet night.

Anders hugged the snowsuit, torn between two worlds. A normal world, where his daughter had drowned two years ago and become one of those lost at sea, a world where you could talk about sleeping on the sofa and receive an indulgent reply, where people got married and put on a buffet.

And then there was the other world. The one where Domarö lay in the arms of dark forces that held the island in an iron grip. Where you had to watch every step and be prepared to be torn away from relationships at any moment. So that not everything will disappear.

Bamse, Bamse, Bamse…

That was probably why Maja had always liked the stories about Bamse so much. There were problems, there were baddies and there were those who were stupid. But it was never really dangerous. There was never any real doubt about how you ought to behave. Everybody knew. Even Croesus Vole. He was a baddie because he was a baddie, not because he was splintered and anxious.

And Bamse. Always on the side of good. Protector of the weak, unfailingly honest.

But he really loves fighting…

Anders snorted. Bamse was much more interesting in Maja’s version. A bear who means well, but can’t help getting into a fight as soon as he gets the chance.

Just like Maja.

Yes, perhaps. Perhaps it was because she broke the songs that she broke things as well. They had to become splintered, to become like her. But more interesting.

Anders took out one of the Bamse comics he had brought with him and found that the story was ridiculously appropriate for what was going on. Little Leap wins a holiday in a ski resort. The hotel turns out to be haunted. The ghost seems to be after Little Leap, but Shellman understands, as always.

He builds a machine that makes a Little Leap costume drop down over the invisible ghost. The ghost sees himself in the mirror and stopsbeing horrible. He wasn’t after Little Leap at all. He just wanted to be like him.

Anders felt something switch off inside his head while he was reading the story; he came back to himself only when he put the comic down.

I am the costume. The apparition.

He wanted to sleep. He wanted Maja to take over and give him some kind of guidance. Before he undressed he placed the chair next to the bed. On the chair he placed a pen and an open notepad. Then he drank three gulps of water, got undressed, climbed into bed and snapped his eyes shut.

It didn’t take many minutes of keeping his eyes screwed tightly shut to realise that he was wide awake. There was absolutely no chance of falling asleep, however much he wanted to. He sat up and leaned back against the wall.

What shall I do? What can I do?

The paper on the chair glowed white, and his eyes were drawn towards it. The clarity of his vision shifted. He was seeing in a different way. For a fraction of a second he managed to think: I am seeing through my eyes, and then he was no longer a part of himself.

A creaking sound brought him back to his body. He didn’t know how much time had passed, but he found himself sitting on the floor with the Bamse comic in front of him and the pen in his hand. The quilt was in a heap on the bed.

The comic was open at a short story, just two

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