"She lived next door," Greta adds sourly, scowling at the woman. "She's the one who cursed my husband just for living under the same roof as someone who'd wronged her."

She's still shaking, a constant shudder she can't be bothered to classify. It might be fear. It might just as easily be rage. Iman's arm around her shoulders is a very distant comfort, and she leans against her friend instinctively.

"What happened?" she demands of the Witch. "Did you defeat the Giant? Did... my family, Jack, the Girl, are they...?" she can't bring herself to finish the question, to voice her deepest fears. What did they do without her?