The rest of the day and evening were busy but uneventful. Isolde reflected back on the visit from Adina. She acted odd, Isolde thought, frowning, but then in these troubled days what was normal? She put the small seamstress from her mind. If the girl had something to discuss with Isolde, she knew where to find her.<br/>Going out into the cold, clear night, Isolde hurried along the crunchy street until she stood outside her flat. She looked up at the black windows and wondered what she would find of the workmen and their handywork. A deep chill raced up her spine. Clutching her coat closer, Isolde hurried up the stairs inside the brick building. Her footsteps echoed in the stairwell but no other sound filtered through any of the doors.<br/><br/>Once inside her cold rooms, Isolde blew on her fingers and then began to lay a fire in the small stove. Only when the fire was merrily caught, did she look, really look around her. The smell of freshly cut wood and newly applied varnish still tinged the air but Isolde could not for the life of her see anything different. The same water streaks ran down the wall but the fireplace. The mantle was still off level bad enough she couldn’t put anything round on it, lest it roll off.<br/><br/>“The least they could have done was to have fixed that,” she muttered as she walked through the rooms.<br/><br/>Isolde had a gathering sense of being in a fun house. The rooms looked right but felt off. Finally she gave up. She did find a note on the table that said, 2. Isolde added this to the tiny flames and soon the paper was ash. Tomorrow when she shopped for her evening meal, she would bring enough for two people beside herself.<br/>She sank in the chair, holding her head in both hands. How on earth did she get herself into this? Yes, she wanted to help her friends, but she had been thinking more along the lines of demon kill everyone who deserved it and her friends would benefit from that. She wished for the millionth time that she could use her magik to shield them from this present danger but knew she could not do so, at least not yet.<br/><br/>“Oh, Erlind,” she spoke with longing. “I knew you were a demon and not to be trusted but if only you had kept your word. Now you have abandoned me and what other recourse do I have?”<br/><br/>She thought of the guardian angel who had spoken to her and helped her escape Darcy. Even angels wouldn’t tread her on this insane land any longer than necessary, even they were limited in the aid they could bring. Finally, she dozed in her chair