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finger, which she had struck so violently against the door less than two weeks ago, but it was completely healed. It didn’t even hurt.
    “Before I came here, my finger was broken,” Arvid said, “but not anymore.”
    For a long time Thoke looked at her in silence. “I know why that is,” he finally said, “but the explanation could be… a little disconcerting for you.”
    “I don’t care,” replied Arvid, tediously restrained. “All I ever hear is that it’s too complicated, too confusing, and that I would not understand. I’m sick of it!” She felt anger and this strange feeling of darkness in her getting the upper hand again.
    “You say this world is so different. You are implying things but never give me any explanation,” Arvid continued, her voice trembling with anger. “I finally want to know what to expect out there, why this world is supposed to be so different. If I keep sitting in this house and do nothing, I’ll go mad!”
    Thoke slowly put his books down on the table. Arvid could tell that he could feel her anger.
    “It’s understandable that you’re frustrated,” he said. The deliberately calm tone of his voice made Arvid almost livid.
    “You say that all the time! If you understand me so well, why don’t you help me get ahead? Why don’t you explain to me what all this really is about? What am I waiting for here?”
    “I just wanted to protect you!” replied Thoke. “When I came here, no one was considerate of me. Many of the things out there could be a shock for you.”
    “What does it matter?” cried Arvid. “Coming here and almost getting eaten by crazy black monsters was shock enough. Some confused nonsense about gods and runes will hardly throw me off track, because you know what? My life is already ruined!”
    “Fine!” Thoke replied angrily. Finally getting an emotion from him was almost refreshing. With a jerk, he turned around and walked toward the kitchen. “I was just trying to be nice, but all right, if you like, I’ll give no more consideration from now on.”
    Arvid followed him and watched as he grabbed a pitcher, put it down on the table with a bang and began to fill it with beer. “So what do you want to know so desperately?” he asked gruffly.
    “Everything!” replied Arvid, still angry and unimpressed by Thoke’s spite. “I’m not going to just accept my fate, whether you like it or not. I’ll find a way back, if it’s the last thing I do.”
    “Fine,” snorted Thoke. “Just do whatever you want! Run off and search for something that doesn’t exist!” He took a long drink of his beer and glared at her angrily.
    “But how?” cried Arvid. “I don’t even have shoes! I’m stuck here and know nothing at all. I simply need more information—all the information!”
    “All right!” he shouted. He put the jar down again, then roughly pushed himself past Arvid, back into the entrance hall, where he began to rummage in a large leather bag.
    “Get one of the blankets from upstairs,” he said. “If you want all the information we need to get out of here. But don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
    Thoke’s reaction made Arvid even angrier, but she controlled herself and did what he had told her.
    Silently Thoke put the blanket around her like a cloak, fixing it with a large brooch of black metal. Then he gave her a pair of simple leather shoes. They were too big and were obviously usually worn indoors, but they had to do for the moment.
    As they left the house, an icy wind hit them. Arvid realized that she had not been outdoors for almost two weeks. The cold was uncomfortable, but the fresh air was good.
    “So you wanted an explanation for your finger,” Thoke began, still in an irritated tone. “It’s simple: the body you have now is not the same one you had in the Light World.”
    Arvid hesitated and looked down at her hands in disbelief. They looked like always.
    “Back then I noticed because my birthmarks were gone,” said Thoke.