Once away from her house Bethany rode her bike furiously, relishing the feel of the wind against her as though she should have been born with wings. The main route to the Library seemed dense with fog for some reason. Avoiding this deathtrap waiting to happen, Bethany pedalled away in another direction. She could go through the park and take the long way. But even though it was longer, the way to the park was clear and the soon strange fog was nowhere to be seen. But there were some odd people around. A girl was sitting on a swing-but wait. There was something odd about her. Bethany couldn't look away, even though it might have seemed rude. She kept her eyes on the white-haired girl as she got closer. Unfortunately this cased her not to notice the larg rock in he path. Soon she found herself separated from her bike, laying on the ground with the wind knocked out of her. She really needed to start wearing a helmet.