My anger had cooled, but now it gathered momentum again and I tore down to the theatre to kill Hammaren. We met unexpectedly in an angle of the corridor, literally bumping into each other. We both found this extremely comical and started to laugh. Torsten embraced me and I at once appointed him in my heart the father-figure I had lacked since God had abandoned me. He took on the role and played it conscientiously during the years I stayed in his theatre.