Enga mellom fjella

Returns [47]

—I'm here to return a heart.
—We don't...
—It's slightly worn and very tired, but it still beats.
—We...
—don't accept hearts. I know. This place operates without one.
— ...
—Don't look so shocked. I used to live here. I had to leave just to find a heart. None for sale or rent within 100 miles.
—We...
—like it that way. I understand. But this heart is special.
—How is that? It looks just like any other heart.
—Oh... are you sure? Look closer.
— ...
—Don't act so afraid.
— ...
—I traced it back to its owner.
—And?
—It once belonged to you.