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Greg, stepping between them.
    Loki removed his hat and scratched his head. “Take it from me, toots,” he told Susie, “hanging around with these chuckleheads will only buy you trouble.”
    “Toots?” Susie echoed indignantly. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”
    Ignoring her, Loki addressed the boys. “Last time we met up you got lucky, plain and simple. But if you cross me again, it will take more than a trick door to save you.” He put his hat back on and headed to the exit. “Take a telling and back off.”
    As he disappeared through the revolving door, Lewis let outthe breath he had been holding. “I thought he might whip up another blizzard right here,” he said.
    “He was bluffing,” Greg snorted.
    “Did you hear what he called me? Toots!” Susie exclaimed, as though that were all that mattered. She took an angry step towards the door. “I’ve half a mind to go after him and—”
    “That’s a bad idea,” said Lewis, blocking her way.
    Susie eyed him crossly, then turned to Greg. “I’m still waiting for an explanation from you two,” she said, bouncing the blade of her hockey stick off the palm of one hand. “And it better be good.”
    Greg rubbed his jaw. “Well, since you’ve jumped right into the middle of things, I suppose you might as well know the whole story.”
    He and Lewis took turns telling, as briefly as possible, how Loki had conjured up a magical day that transformed the whole of St Andrews and how they had only just been able to turn everything back to normal. It had happened months ago and they definitely hadn’t expected to see him again.
    There was a long silence while Susie stared at them. “Okay,” she said at last, “who is he really?”
    “We just told you,” said Greg.
    Susie clucked her tongue. “Greg, I wasn’t born yesterday. I don’t believe in Norse gods and magic and stuff any more than I believe in ghosts or fairies. Come on, what is he? A space alien?”
    Lewis knew there was never any point arguing with Susie. “All right, you guessed it,” he said. “He’s a space alien.”
    “From Planet X or something,” Greg agreed.
    Susie grinned. “Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” She gave her hockey stick a warlike shake. “We’ll teachhim to invade
our
planet!”
    Just then a young woman in a smart uniform approached them from the reception desk. “Excuse me, can I help you?” she asked primly. “I don’t think you’re guests here.” She cast a wary eye over Susie’s hockey stick.
    Before Lewis could say they were just sheltering from the blizzard, Greg declared loudly, “We’re here for the spoons.”
    The woman raised her eyebrows. “Spoons?”
    “Right. We’re collecting spoons for charity. To help starving people in Burpovia.”
    Lewis groaned, but there was no stopping Greg now.
    “Are people starving in – what was it? –
Burpovia?
” the woman inquired.
    “You bet they are,” said Greg. “We’re collecting spoons, selling them, and using the money to send food to Burpovia. So how about it? Have you got any spare spoons?”
    The woman peered at him for a few seconds then said, “I don’t think so. We need all our spoons for our guests.”
    “Fine. If you’re going to be miserly about it, we’ll be off,” said Greg.
    He gestured to the other two and marched off towards the rear of the hotel. “Did you see that?” he said when Lewis and Susie caught up. “She couldn’t have cared less about the people in Burpovia.”
    “There’s no such place,” Lewis objected.
    “Of course there is,” said Greg. “You should pay more attention in geography.”
    Susie chuckled. “Oh, Greg, the things you
say
.”
    Lewis shook his head. “Where are we going?”
    “Do you not remember when Dad took us all here for lunch?There’s a back door we can use. Just in case Loki has a snowman hanging about out front.”
    As they emerged from the back of the hotel they faced the full blast of the icy wind