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sweeping across the golf course from the sea.
    “See, there’s the Swilken Bridge there,” said Greg pointing a gloved finger. The bridge was just an arch of snow now surrounded by more snow.
    “That’s where Dad says Loki found his magic box,” said Lewis. “But what was it doing there in the first place?”
    “Beats me,” said Greg, striking out past a row of golf shops.
    Lewis and Susie fell in behind him. “Should we not call the government or the army?” asked Susie as they turned the corner into North Street.
    “And tell them what?” said Greg. “That there are gods or aliens or monsters on the streets of St Andrews and they’re the ones that are making it snow?”
    “I see your point,” said Susie. “It’s at times like this you wish you had Dr Who’s phone number.”
    “If only we knew what Loki was up to,” said Lewis.
    “Last time he was here he was pretty much trying to take over the world,” Greg recalled.
    “That’s standard for aliens, taking over the world,” said Susie grimly. “Their own planet’s always dying or something.”
    “We need to come up with a plan,” said Greg.
    “That’s going to be hard seeing as we’ve no idea what we’re doing,” said Lewis.
    “That’s the point, Lewis. Once we have a plan we’ll know what we’re doing. Try to be positive.”
    Lewis frowned in thought. “Well, I suppose, once we gethome I could look through those books of Norse mythology I’ve got. And maybe we can find out something about Larry O’Keefe on the internet.”
    “Now you’re thinking like a boss,” Greg complimented him. “I’ll see if I can rig up a flamethrower to take care of any ice monsters.”
    “A flamethrower?” said Susie sceptically. “Greg, you nearly blew yourself up fiddling with your mum’s coffee maker.”
    “This is different,” said Greg. “I’m in war mode now.”
    “Maybe we can shelve the flamethrower until things get desperate,” suggested Lewis.
    “At this rate,” said Susie, slogging through the snow, “it’s going to take us all day to get back to your place.”
    “You’re right,” Lewis agreed. “This is a nightmare. And it doesn’t seem to slow Loki down at all.”
    “He probably comes from an ice planet,” said Susie. “That would explain a lot.”
    She broke off short as up ahead a pair of headlights stabbed through the gloom and a 4x4 Land Rover came into view.
    “That’s my dad!” exclaimed Susie. She waved her hockey stick over her head and yelled, “Hey, Dad! Over here!”
    The vehicle pulled up and the passenger door swung open. Susie dived into the front and the boys got in back. Mr Spinetti had the heater on and it was a relief to be in the warm.
    “What are you doing here?” Susie asked.
    “Looking for you,” answered Mr Spinetti as the car started moving again. “We tried phoning but the network’s all messed up.”
    Greg slipped out his phone and confirmed that it wasn’t working.
    “You were supposed to be chucking snowballs around on Bannock Street,” Mr Spinetti continued. “What are you doing down here?”
    “We got carried away,” said Susie. “You know what it’s like.”
    “I don’t mind losing my kids in the Amazon jungle,” said Mr Spinetti, shifting gears, “but losing them in St Andrews would be embarrassing.”
    Susie chortled. “You’ll not lose me that easy, Dad.”
    “This weather is ludicrous,” said Mr Spinetti. “Most of the roads out of St Andrews are blocked already.”
    “I suppose hockey camp will be cancelled,” said Susie glumly.
    “Keep your fingers crossed,” said her dad. “Maybe it’ll all clear up by tomorrow.”
    They passed a council snowplough, its yellow lights flashing as it struggled through the drifts. Nearby, some hardly soul was trying to clear his front path with a shovel. When they pulled up in front the McBride house in Bannock Street, the boys saw there was a layer of snow a foot deep on the roof and the windows glinted with frost.