The next morning, as soon as she was dressed, she called a doctor. Not because she believed that Marc was crazy and needed emotional support, but because she was afraid that the devil had caused physical damage. But the doctor said she shouldn't worry. He seemed to think Annika was crazy himself, prescribed a drug with no effect and disappeared. Marc, who was still not awake, was lying like a corpse in the hallway (Annika wasn't strong enough to carry him into his room) and Annika was sitting at the kitchen table, her head buried in her hands, thinking about the night before. She imagined everything that would happen to Marc and her and she was afraid that suddenly Marc would no longer be lying out there, but the devil; At this thought it occurred to her that she better shut the door every evening and not sleep with Marc any more.But then she remembered something, something that might protect her from the devil. You and Marc. But it was so risky and difficult and life-threatening that Annika didn’t want to imagine the consequences. Because if she really wanted to save Marc, she had to protect him; they had one weapon against the devil, a weapon that had worked last night; their love. Annika knew that she couldn't leave Marc's side anymore, that they had to prove their love over and over again and that it made it so impossible for the devil to seize Marc's body. But how?
Marc appeared in the kitchen door. He looked sleepy and wrinkled and looked at her with bleary eyes. "Why was I lying on the floor?" He asked confused and Annika suddenly understood: Marc couldn't remember. That made things very difficult. "I don't know. There was such a bad thunderstorm last night, maybe you wanted to get something and hit your head?"thought about it with an innocence mine, but didn't look at him. Marc looked even more confused for a moment, but then sat down at the kitchen table and mumbled absently:" Yes ... yes, it will be. "He poured himself coffee and put a bread roll on his plate, then suddenly froze in his movement. Annika looked at him in horror. His eyes began to roll and he was trembling. Then suddenly an echoing, disembodied, cold voice rang out in the room. "Well, has did you like my tasting, Marc? "She didn't wait, she just continued talking," Your little friend Annika was also allowed to participate in our experience, but I think that her enthusiasm was limited? Anyway, I'm only here to make the seriousness of your situation clear to both of you. There's no point calling a doctor, this is no game! I need a body, and yours, Marc, is the best for it.A disruptive factor should soon be cleared out of the way, and my way to you is free. But I want to give you another week, this week serves as a test phase; each night. Annika, I'm not interested in you. Nothing will happen to you if you lock your door every night. Should you forget, you will come with me too. In a week! "Marc's tense posture dissolved and he looked as horrified and empty as last night." He was back! "He breathed, and Annika nodded." Yes, "she just said." He was back. "