Hjalmar took a good few moments to calm down and realise where he was. It was a nightmare. A fucking nightmare. He had re-visited that torturous car ride all those years ago with his past band mates.

"A nightmare----Nils---he died."

The Swede mumbled words in his own tongue and then looked up to Torden.

"I haven't spoken about this to anyone. No one knows except my brothers."