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was smeared in dirt. So were his clothes.
    “It’s heavy,” the boy said. “I can’t get it off me.”
    Thomas put the lighter on the ground, then grabbed the marble angel and lifted it off the boy’s leg. The boy pulled out and rolled away. Thomas dropped the heavy statue back to the ground with a loud thud. It felt real.
    He looked at the boy. His leg was badly hurt. It was bleeding. Was that a piece of the bone sticking out through his jeans?
    “Thank you,” the boy said.
    “You’re bleeding,” Thomas answered. “It will get infected with all this dirt in it. It needs to be washed.” Thomas picked up the Zippo-lighter again and held it in the air to provide more light.
    The boy whimpered. It annoyed Thomas. He couldn’t stand children and all their whimpering.
    “Wh…where are we?” the boy asked.
    Thomas shrugged. “A cave underground, I guess. Listen, I’m looking for a girl. Have you seen her?”
    “Nnn…no,” the boy said.
    “It’s very important that I find her.”
    The boy nodded. “I’m looking for my dog. Buster. I lost him somehow sliding down…”
    “We need to find a way out of here,” Thomas said. “Fast.”
    The frustration lingered in Thomas. What if the girl was running around up there somewhere telling everybody what he had done and who he really was? Thomas growled angrily while clenching his fist so hard it hurt. He had to get rid of the girl somehow. He just had to. He had to get back up there.
    “What was that?” the boy asked.
    “What?”
    “I saw something move over there,” he said and pointed. “Now it’s up there above us. Look!”
    Thomas lifted his lighter closer to the ceiling, till it lit up the entire area around them. Human arms and legs stuck out from the dirt everywhere. From both above them and from the sides. The body parts were moving, and when standing still, he could hear muffled screams coming from inside the dirt walls.
    Thomas breathed, relieved. Now he knew it was just one of his dreams.
     

13
    M ARTIN B USCK HAD grabbed his wife and child in his arms and run for his life just in time, before the house had disappeared into the ground and buried his beloved brother. Once he felt safe enough further down the street of Blegevej, on the other side of the half-crashed school, he put his loved ones down and stared at the scenery while catching his breath.
    It was a true nightmare. No, it was worse. It was horrifying. The entire neighborhood seemed to have fallen into the ground. Martin had a hard time comprehending exactly what had happened. Was this for real? Had entire houses simply vanished?
    But that’s impossible. Houses don’t simply fall into the ground . The ground doesn’t just disappear underneath you!
    A huge part of the road was gone. Debris was everywhere. In the middle, there was a large hole in the ground the size of three soccer fields. At least. It was huge.
    “You think it stopped?” Mathilde asked with a small whimper. “You think we’re safe here?”
    “I…I,” Martin paused. He had no idea what to say to all this. It was so surreal. He had lost his brother, who had been sucked into this enormous thing just a few minutes ago. Mr. Bjerrehus, the man living across the street from him had pulled Martin out just in time, so he wouldn’t get swallowed himself, then rushed back to his own house to help his wife. Through the opening that had appeared in Martin’s house when David’s room disappeared with David in it, Martin had watched Mr. Bjerrehus run across the street. He had watched his every step closely with a wildly beating heart as the man ran, until suddenly the ground caved underneath him when his front foot landed on the asphalt and in the blink of an eye, Mr. Bjerrehus was gone.
    That was when Martin decided to run. Run as far away as possible. It had felt like they were running on eggshells, that the ground simply couldn’t sustain their weight anymore.
    “I’m not sure we’re safe anywhere,” he