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[color=dodgerblue][sub][I]Boston, Massachusetts[/I][/sub][/color][/indent][indent][color=dodgerblue][sup][right][i]7:30 PM, EST[/i][/right][/sup][/color][/indent][hr][indent][color=dodgerblue][sup][b]Apartment Complex[/b][/sup][/color][/indent][indent][indent][indent][color=dodgerblue]"Sorry; my bad."[/color] Christopher replied apologetically, having been called out for his language. [color=dodgerblue]"Just... this is all crazy."[/color]

He began to wonder how some of his neighbors could be so calm right now, or at least [i]appeared[/i] to be. Were they seeing the same thing he was? This hadn't been some mere dream; Chris had already tried the adage of pinching oneself when Alton vanished into the fog without a trace just minutes earlier. 

Taking a deep breath, Christopher tried to calm himself down too. What did his grandfather used to say? Count to four. Inhale. Count to four. Exhale. Something like that, he figured. Regardless of any attempt to calm his worries, however, it would all be in vain the second he saw the mechanic moving towards the complex entrance. Was he out of his mind? Opening that door was going to doom them all!

[color=dodgerblue]"Wait!"[/color] He exclaimed, nearly jumping out his skin in panic. Making his way towards the door alongside a headphone-wearing woman, Chris placed his hand on the push bar in an attempt to stop the mechanic from opening it. [color=dodgerblue]"Don't you dare open that door. She's right. You might be nuts, but I'm not about to walk [i]straight[/i] into some mysterious fog we just heard shrieking from. Alton took off the moment the fog rolled in, and he vanished without a trace."[/color] 

Christopher looked anxiously outside, and then to the mechanic. [Color=dodgerblue]"The best thing we can do now is keep those doors [i]shut[/i]."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]