Pink Peonies

(Morten Harket × Pal Waaktaar)
Smoke billowed through the room in the late evening. And the same headlines from year-old newspapers spread out on the table flickered before his eyes. It happened suddenly, so suddenly that Pal didn't even have time to come to his senses. He remembers that fateful morning. The morning when he and Magne had been calling every possible option, searching for at least something. But they had realized it too late.