Mikkel gik med raske skridt gennem det forladte tivoli.

Mikkel walked briskly through the abandoned amusement park.

Freja var lige bag ham.

Freja was right behind him.

De havde været her før, men denne gang var der noget anderledes.

They had been here before, but this time something was different.

Det var efterår, og tågen lå tungt over det rustne metal.

It was autumn, and the fog lay heavy over the rusty metal.

Rundt omkring dem knirkede de gamle forlystelser, og de gule og orange blade hvirvlede i vinden.

Around them, the old rides creaked, and the yellow and orange leaves swirled in the wind.

"Pas nu på, Mikkel," sagde Freja.

"Be careful, Mikkel," said Freja.

Hun var bekymret.

She was worried.

Hun vidste, hvordan Mikkel kunne blive opslugt af sine jagter på svar.

She knew how Mikkel could get caught up in his quest for answers.

Mikkel stoppede.

Mikkel stopped.

Der, foran dem, stod en karrusel, lysende og fuld af liv.

There, in front of them, stood a carousel, shining and full of life.

Det var mærkeligt.

It was strange.

Alt andet lå i mørke.

Everything else lay in darkness.

Ingen strøm, ingen mennesker.

No power, no people.

Men denne karrusel, den gik rundt og rundt under de skarpe lygter.

But this carousel, it went round and round under the sharp lights.

"Jeg bliver nødt til at finde ud af det," sagde Mikkel, hans nysgerrighed vakt.

"I have to find out about it," said Mikkel, his curiosity piqued.

"Vi kunne bruge strømmen.

"We could use the power.

Måske til at holde os varme til vinter."

Maybe to keep warm for the winter."

Freja rystede på hovedet.

Freja shook her head.

"Jeg ved ikke... der er noget ved det her sted.

"I don't know... there's something about this place.

Det føles ikke rigtigt."

It doesn't feel right."

De nærmede sig langsomt karrusellen.

They approached the carousel slowly.

Mikkel rakte hånden ud mod det gamle metal, det knirkede under hans berøring.

Mikkel reached out his hand to the old metal, which creaked under his touch.

Pludselig, fra skyggerne, trådte en gruppe mennesker frem.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a group of people emerged.

De så vrede ud, deres øjne smalle og mistroiske.

They looked angry, their eyes narrow and distrustful.

"Stands!

"Stop!

Dette er vores," råbte lederen af gruppen.

This is ours," shouted the group's leader.

Hans stemme var hård.

His voice was harsh.

Mikkel stoppede og løftede hænderne.

Mikkel stopped and raised his hands.

"Vi vil ikke tage noget.

"We don't want to take anything.

Vi vil bare forstå, hvordan det virker.

We just want to understand how it works.

Det kan hjælpe os alle."

It could help us all."

Freja trådte et skridt frem.

Freja took a step forward.

"Det er ikke klogt, Mikkel," hviskede hun.

"It's not wise, Mikkel," she whispered.

"Vi bør gå."

"We should leave."

Men Mikkel forsøgte videre.

But Mikkel persisted.

"Vi kan samarbejde.

"We can cooperate.

Dele ressourcer."

Share resources."

Ordene blev ikke velmodtaget.

The words were not well-received.

Tændstikkerne faldt fra hinanden.

Tempers fell apart.

De andre bevægede sig truende frem, og panikken steg.

The others moved threateningly forward, and panic rose.

Mikkel og Freja blev tvunget til at flygte gennem det snævre stisystem af det gamle tivoli.

Mikkel and Freja were forced to flee through the narrow pathways of the old amusement park.

Med hjertet bankende i brystet, fandt de vej ud i sikkerhed.

With hearts pounding in their chests, they found their way out to safety.

De satte sig på kanten af den gamle indgangsport.

They sat down at the edge of the old entrance gate.

"Jeg troede, jeg kunne hjælpe os," sagde Mikkel stille og så sig tilbage mod karrusellens lys, der var forsvundet i tågen.

"I thought I could help us," said Mikkel quietly, looking back at the carousel's lights, which had disappeared into the fog.

Freja lagde en hånd på hans skulder.

Freja placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Vi er i live.

"We are alive.

Det er det, der betyder mest."

That's what matters most."

De blev enige om, at ikke alle mysterier skulle løses.

They agreed that not all mysteries needed to be solved.

Nogle gange var det bedste man kunne gøre at passe på hinanden.

Sometimes the best you could do was take care of each other.

Med et nyt perspektiv på deres verden rejste de sig og begyndte deres gåtur tilbage til sikkerheden.

With a new perspective on their world, they stood up and began their walk back to safety.

Ekkolyset fra karrusellen blinkede svagt i det fjerne, men deres valg var truffet—overlevelse kom først.

The echoing light from the carousel blinked faintly in the distance, but their choice was made—survival came first.