Julie Kane smiled, pleased that he remembered so much, but then the darkness of its claws grabbed her again. She began to sway on her bed, the newspaper lying in front of her ... "Neiges-nor-Spiez-morning but ... creep ..." Her mind slid back to the shadows of the past, something that Julia remembered, but much has been forgotten. Why is it pursues this song? Who sang it? Why it pursues a large gold coin, torturing her, burning her mind? Why in her nightmares comes this Indian? Who is this little boy, the thought of which revolve in her head?