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                   Nora felt like she was inside some kind of trap. ‘We were?’

                   ‘I  studied  you  at  breakfast  before  I  came  over  and  I  could  see  you  were
                different today.’
                   ‘ at’s creepy, Hugo. Studying women at breakfast.’
                   ‘And I noticed things.’

                   Nora  lied  her  scarf  over  her  face.  ‘It’s  too  cold.  Can  we  talk  about  this
                tomorrow?’
                   ‘I   noticed   you   improvising.   All   day   you   have   been   non-committal     in
                ever ything you say.’

                   ‘Not true. I’m just shook up. You know, the bear.’
                   ‘Non. Ce n’est pas ça. I’m talking about before  the  bear. And aer the  bear.
                And all day.’
                   ‘I have no idea what you’re—’

                   ‘ ere   is   a   look.   I   have   seen   it   before   in   other   people.   I’d   recognise   it
                anywhere.’
                   ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’
                   ‘Why do glaciers pulsate?’

                   ‘What?’
                   ‘ is is your area of study. It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?’
                   ‘ e science isn’t entirely settled on the matter.’
                   ‘Okay.   Bien.   Name    me   one   of   the   glaciers   around   here.   Glaciers   have

                names. Name one . . . Kongsbreen? Nathorstbreen? Ring any bells?’
                   ‘I don’t want this conversation.’
                   ‘Because you aren’t the same person you were yesterday, are you?’
                   ‘None    of   us   are,’   said   Nora,   briskly.   ‘Our   brains   change.   It’s   called

                neuroplasticity. Please. Stop mansplaining glaciers to a glaciologist, Hugo.’
                   Hugo seemed to retreat a little and she  felt a bit guilty. ere was a minute
                of  silence.  Just  the  crunch  of  their  feet  in  the  snow.  ey  were  nearly  back  at
                the accommodation, the others not too far behind them.

                   But then, he said it.
                   ‘I  am  like  you,  Nora.  I  visit  lives  that  aren’t  mine.  I  have  been  in  this  one
                for five days. But I have been in many others. I was given an opportunity – a
                rare opportunity – for this to happen. I have  been sliding bet ween lives for a

                long while.’
                   Ingrid grabbed Nora’s arm.
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