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Because it was so dark outside, all the lights were switched on.
    “Thanks for the ride, Mr Spinetti,” said Lewis and Greg as they climbed out.
    Susie threw open her door as well. “I’ll stay here with the boys,” she said. “We could get back to our game of Star Blaster 3.”
    “I told your mum I’d bring you home,” said Mr Spinetti.
    “You don’t want me sitting around our house being bored, do you?” Susie challenged him.
    Lewis saw the side of her dad’s mouth twitch as though at an unpleasant memory. “No, I definitely don’t want that. You’ll stayput at the McBrides’ though?”
    “Where else can I go in this?” said Susie, gesturing at the weather.
    Inside, the heating was on full blast and it was as warm as toast. They all stripped off their coats and hats and trooped up to Lewis’ room.
    “I’ll handle the online search,” said Susie, plonking herself down at the desk. There was a bar of chocolate next to the mouse mat. She pounced on it and wolfed it down while the computer started up.
    Greg stood over her, watching the screen. “You might have shared that,” he complained.
    “Too slow, Greg, too slow.” Susie grabbed the mouse and clicked on an icon. She clicked again and again then shoved the mouse aside with a grunt. “It’s no use. Your broadband’s down.”
    She swivelled the chair round to face Lewis, who was sitting on the bed leafing through a book of Norse legends.
    “You’re wasting your time with those fairy stories,” she told him.
    “There’s a lot of truth in these old myths,” Lewis insisted, without looking up.
    “He’s right,” Greg agreed. “We’ve seen it with our own eyes.”
    “Honestly, you two are that gullible,” scoffed Susie. “I mean, ask yourselves which is more likely: that this guy with the ginger beard is a magical god from some ancient fantasy land or that he’s an alien using a superior technology? Like when they ran into Apollo on that episode of Star Trek.”
    “At the end of the day, it doesn’t make much difference,” said Greg. “We need to get an edge. Let’s go talk to Dad again. Maybe Loki let something slip while they were playing golf.”
    Downstairs, they found Mum in the living room watching the news.
    “The BBC news is the only channel that’s not breaking up,” she said. “It looks like I’m going to miss tonight’s episode of
The Inspector Golightly Mysteries
.”
    On the TV a reporter was talking to the camera. The caption below said he was in Strathkinness, just outside St Andrews. Behind him was a swirling cloud of white where St Andrews should have been.
    “All roads in and out of the town are now completely blocked,” the reporter said, “and all efforts by the emergency services to break through have failed. With me here is the climatologist Dr Oscar Blintz, author of the book
Climate Change and the Way We Live
.”
    Even as they watched, the picture began to flicker and break up into tiny squares.
    “Where’s Dad?” asked Greg.
    “Oh he’s out back with our visitor,” Mum replied.
    Lewis felt a tingle of dread. “Visitor? It’s not Larry O’Keefe, is it?”
    “No,” said Mum, “His name is Spanner or something.”
    “Spanner?” said Greg.
    “Or Screwdriver, something like that,” said Mum. She tossed the remote control aside. “This is hopeless. Tell you what, Susie, why don’t we have a mug of hot chocolate and watch a DVD?”
    “That would be brilliant, Mrs Mac,” Susie replied. “Have you got any chocolate digestives? I’m starved.”
    While Mum and Susie disappeared into the kitchen, Lewis and Greg grabbed their coats and hats from the hallway. They pulled them on as they went out through the back garden whereDad was standing in his overcoat and his old tweed bonnet, puffing on his pipe. The garage door was wide open. Inside, a broad-shouldered stranger was rummaging around among the tools and piles of old furniture.
    “This is Mr Sven Mallet,” Dad explained. “He says we