Annika cocked her head to the side, trying to absorb her father's words and the cryptic way he spoke. She frowned as she tried to sort through them, and looked down at the images of the worlds he created. 

[color=#663399]”Is it like we are crossroads? Or a train station? We use this place to decide where we want to go next or lost souls come here to find where to go?”[/color] Something deep twinged inside Annika. Was she a lost soul trying to find where she belonged? But she belonged in the Everdark, didn't she? It responded to her touch, called to her, and answered her. 

But her father also said there would be a time when she felt called to leave and would have to. Then she would be called back and would need to return. It was all rather confusing. 

Annika's frown deepened as she tried to work through the thoughts in her head. Jack's task for her didn't help. She blinked up at him. 

[color=#663399]”And [I]how[/I] am I supposed to do that?”[/color] she asked, more confused than before.