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Deborah almost finished unpacking her boxes. Weye's little house begins to come alive, but the girl is bored to death. When she was prisoner of the old witch people came often and she prepared them meals. Sometimes even these people told her stories from their many adventures, she then dreamed of these stories at night, which furnished her overflowing imagination.

As she was planning the sad days ahead, the voice of Saran the old lady was heard again.

- Do not be afraid little one, I said I would come back but I'm stuck between two worlds. I can only communicate in telepathy with you at the moment.

- Leave me alone, cried Deborah. I know that you are real, but I thought I was rid of your odious presence.

- I'm so sad about your reaction but it's all my fault. That is why I want to redeem myself. You will neither see nor hear me again. I make the formal promise. But now, you must listen to me. I contacted your mother in the other world and she sent me with a message to transmit to you.

- If you can talk to me, why not she? I refuse to believe you. Go away!

- You and your mother never have knew each other, that's why you can not get in touch with her, also she cannot. I leave if that is your wish but I will find a way to send you her message which is very important for you.

That night, Deborah had trouble falling asleep, so she decided to unpack the rest of her stuff.