As Booker walked on, he swore to himself that he had seem some things in the fog. He couldn't make out any shapes or forms, but he could see things moving around him and the fog. He wasn't sure if was only the fog, just being moved around to appear as something else, but he continued to walk at a slow and stead pace. He needed to be calm. If there was actually something out in the forest, then he couldn't be afraid to face it. He wanted to know if some sort of entity was in the forest or not, and he knew that staying away from an unknown thing would keep him from having his questions answered.

The fog only seemed to have gotten worse, and he had an increasingly hard time trying to keep himself from getting lost. As he moved further, he began to slow down and take in the area. Booker didn't want to get lost, so once he found a relatively large tree, he stood by it and looked around to see if he could tell where he was. The young man calmed himself and looked around. The fog in the forest was a rare occurrence, but other than that, nothing seemed all that odd to him. Booker was able to vaugely see some things in the fog, but he only assumed that it was his imagination as he began to walk again.