Looking at Sara's room, he thought she was inordinately neat.
The night was still pitch black when he got out of bed on remembering a detail he had overlooked. Noiselessly, he looked for the picture they were both in. He peered at it very carefully: it had been taken in the summer, the woodshed of the Massoni chalet could be seen in the background. He could hardly believe that the man next to Sara was him...Oskar Zerbi, immortalised during a mountaineering trip. The picture seemed very old: a distressing detail.
The following morning everyone was gathered for breakfast while it was snowing outside. More guests had arrived, Oskar remembered that it was Christmas Eve. Seeing those visibly happy people a subtle melancholy enveloped him. Even though the situation was shrouded in mystery, the
