I’m paired with Ama. She isn’t a very good coach since she spends the whole time staring at MC2. She wants to ask him about Kwesi. Across the room there’s a blemish under the floor that looks like ice when it splinters and starts to melt. I hope it doesn’t act like real ice. The blemish is beautiful, like a waterlily. I stare and stare at it till my mind leaves my body. My brain’s tingling. Maybe that’s what meditating is supposed to feel like. When I leapt by mistake at school, I never reached the relaxed stage. I try to count down slowly but my mind is racing from the Bob Beamon film. It comes out like German.

10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1,zero.

‘Elle. Elle!’

Someone’s calling my name. I don’t recognise the voice. It sounds old and wise. ‘ELLE,’ it says. I’m scared to open my eyes because I don’t know where I am. I know I’m not in the chalet but I feel like I’ve just woken up. Slowly, I open my eyes. They feel gummed up like when I was little and ill and Grandma would give me pepper soup, which made me cough and get well again.

My eyes are wide open. There’s a circle of light above me which forms into windows. I’m still in The Igloo. A face comes into view. Millennia. Another: MC2. Millennia speaks first.

‘Elle. You have recovered. You passed out when you leapt.’ Then she lowers her voice so only I can hear. ‘Up to your old tricks?’

‘Everyone nukes sometime,’ says MC2. ‘If they got talent. Your boy freaked maestro. Season sorted him out.’

He means Big Ben, who worries when I get upset so he must have panicked when I fainted.

‘What time is it?’ I say. My voice doesn’t sound like my own, as if it’s coming from outside my body.

‘3:22,’ he says. ‘You hit the right spot but went an hour ahead. You’ve only been out a few minutes.’

Millennia helps me sit up. I realise I’m on the ground and try not to look down through the clear floor. They say it was best not to move me in case of complications. I’m starting to feel a bit queasy, from the leap, and Millennia’s words. She thinks she met me before. She must be mistaking me for someone else, someone she hates. I wish she’d go away. I’m scared.