spell the sixty fifth;
Ah-um, ashura-ou ...? Why isn’t there any snow? Where are all the citizens? How am I not able to see the castle from here? It’s so awfully strange here, isn’t it? this new place, I ... I-I think I’m l-lost and I’m always loosing e-everyone ...
[ and the little boy slowly sinks to his knees, curling up to hide in his too big wintry coat, sniffling quietly ]