....The front  door slammed hard. It woke Hannah with a start. For a moment she lay there, confused, wondering where she was. There were no candles as her mother had taken the last ones to work a few days earlier. So it was dark in the room... and cold, very cold… even colder than usual. Hannah sat up in bed with her shawl wrapped round her. She scraped the ice from the window with her nails and peered out into the gloom.  Everything somehow looked different and unfamiliar even in the early morning darkness and as Hannah’s eyes gradually became accustomed to the light she realised....