[Poggio]

Oliver just didn't understand. He followed Zosa's instructions and yet He didn't see any one come up to him. Angrily he grabbed the crystal around his neck and tugged it over his head throwing it into the soft snow. He shivered in the snow pursing his lips into a thin line. He found himself making the wish that created the book in the first place. The hairs on the back of his neck alerted him to Zosa's presence. He jumped stumbling slightly into soft white fluffy snow.

( Lol, I think he thinks that Zosa is trapped with him rather then the creator. )