Part III - Håkan Arrives Empty-Handed
Eli's belly gurgles as she paces back and forth impatiently in the living room when she hears familiar footsteps trudging up the stairs. She breathes a deep sigh of relief. But what normally should have sounded like a sigh of relief instead came out as a low growl no human could make. She picks up a deck of cards from the table then sits indian style on the floor. She fans the deck in her hands and moves some cards around, a few at a time, as if she was playing a game or doing some sort of magic card-trick.
"I mustn't look too eager" she thinks. "It might... encourage him."