It was rosy gold. She didn’t know what day of the week it was. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep. Her head hurt and her swollen ankle throbbed with pain. She sat up and gritted her teeth through the painful process of removing her boot. Finally it was off and she leaned back with a deep sigh. Her stomach rumbled so loudly it echoed through the small chamber. Too bad she hadn’t been carrying her backpack when she’d fallen in here. She could really use that ræklinger now. Not to mention her water bottle. She ran her tongue over her dry lips.She understood now that she wasn’t in America or England or Africa, but in Greenland as she always had been. Her mind had cleared. She had fallen into this cave while picking cottongrass flowers. The ground had given way beneath her feet, plunging her into this dungeon. She also understood that it wasn’t really a cave, not in the strict sense of the term. It was a pocket created by a pile of boulders that had fallen in the ravine long ago.
