[b]Nowhere Town Square[/b] Brand kept the chat casual, and avoided talk about work. He had to admit this woman seemed like pleasant company, but he knew better than to attempt dating while he was on the clock- and he [i]was[/i] working, at that moment. Full dark had come on once he'd gotten her to her door, and while he made the briefest of pleasantries, he was quick to get her inside and leave. As he left, a certain camper truck pulled up, the drivers' window rolled down. "Brand! What are you doing, out here!? We're late, and it's coming!" Brand looked out, eyes wide as he saw fog slowly rolling up the street and into the town square. "My god... It's spreading faster than we expected! You think it'll over take the entire town?" "How should I know? Just get in, we'll get to the station, and get started- hopefully we can widen the patrols, this might make it easier to work unnoticed." Brand trotted around to get in, and they drove off, presumably in the direction of the McColm place. [center][hr][/center] [b]The Nowhere Hotel, Room 2D[/b] outside the window of the hotel room, a street lights' glow began to fade as the heaviest fog either of them had ever seen swallowed the view just outside the window. A light drifted past the window, like the lights of a car. They were on the second floor... [center][hr][/center] [b]The Gataki Residence[/b] Yiayia stirred slightly from her sleep. She'd heard something over the sound of her tv show playing- a sharp, harsh sound, something at the window? the curtains were closed, so she couldn't see what was doing it. It stopped, after a moment, so she looked back at the screen, already drifting back to sleep. As she closed her eyes again, she muttered to herself, "kataramenoi rakoun..." [center][hr][/center] Steve had staggered to his feet after Ozzie had rushed off. He paid no mind to the strange fog rolling in, even as it surrounded and over-took him. Between the oxygen deprivation, and the THC dragging down his brain, he had no chance of navigating his way home. He didn't think he could get home without the police catching him out after curfew- even with knowing that invisibility trick. He wasn't as good at it as Ozzie was. Hmmmm... Ozzie... Yeah, Ozzie's place was closer! Oh, but he was always so high when he went over, it was always his friend leading the way, and he simply followed- he couldn't find his way without him! He began to wander aimlessly, ducking behind a corner and holding his breath every time he saw the faintest hint of head-lights in the fog. Eventually, he was walking down a narrow alley. Just as he was starting to think he'd eventually find something that looked familiar, he looked up, and saw a light, just ahead of him! He froze, but managed to realize this wasn't a car. He must have been sobering up; he'd been caught between enough headlights to know that car's typically had a pair. The cops especially, didn't run around with busted or burned out lights, so this wasn't them. No sound of the engine, either. Not to mention the alley was too narrow for a car, so, maybe this person was patrolling on foot? "H-hello? I-" He was embarrassed, but even sobering up, he'd gotten himself turned around, and he'd be happier sleeping in a cell than passing out somewhere in the street. Again, that is. "I know I'm out past curfew, but I think I'm, well, lost. Could you help me out?" AS he spoke, the light moved- not like somebody holding a flashlight, but more like a big bug; zipping this way and that, and making a noise, like a clicking sound. He was paranoid, from all the weed he smoked, and he hadn't liked how that light was statue still- but now, he thought, the stillness was better. He'd watched enough nature programs to be reminded of scenes of wasps about to pounce on soft little caterpillars... "H-hey, hold up-" It had ducked down, and zoomed towards him, the light turning red as it did! He turned in a panic, running back the way he came as it started [i]screaming[/i]! "Ozzie! Ozzie, the reefers' turning on me! HELP!" It was like a nightmare; he felt like he was moving in slow motion, and the end of the alley was drifting away from him! Just as he was finally getting to the end, he saw a pair of headlights drift past! [i]Oh, thank god![/i] He moved to try and wave them down and call out- And fell. He'd hit the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of him! The light- it'd hit his legs, knocked him down! He looked up, but the car was gone. They didn't even slow down. Steve tried to grab hold of the ground, but got dragged back, his scream soon cut off. He tried to scream again, but it was gurgled, fainter. Then the night was completely silent. [center][hr][/center] [b]Nowhere, USA Population: 3282 The Next Day...[/b]