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Astra was unsure whether the footprints were human. The feet that had made
them had
not worn shoes, so if the prints were human then whoever it was must be
remarkably
resistant to cold. Whoever or whatever it was had not harmed her as she
sat at the table unconscious,
so it seemed either it meant her no ill or it was frightened of her. Both
possibilities she found
comforting.
Astra could not resist trying to trace the track back to its source. Perhaps if she could find that, it would help her to work out what was going on. Opening the door, she slipped outside. The cold immediately hit her like a blow, for all that she was warmly dressed. It was about 10F (-12C) - not that Astra knew anything of Fahrenheit or Celsius. It was heavily overcast, but at least there was no wind. The powdery snow lay about six inches deep. She followed the prints for about twenty minutes, across almost level ground with only the occasional fir tree to relieve the total whiteness. Then she realised that it was starting to get dark. She angrily berated herself. How could she have been so stupid? She had gone out having no idea of what time of day it was, and although she was warmly dressed she had brought no supplies with her. The only sensible thing to do was to return to the house. So she started to retrace her steps, following her own tracks and those of the other.
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