He looked at her, startled. "No tomorrow? Strange! He said something very much like that - that tomorrow may come. Strange!"
"I cannot stay here, for I have my job to do. When I leave, close and bolt the door quickly. I pray we shall meet again. Time passes, and now I must do that for which I came. Peace!"
Then he opened the door, swiftly stepped out into the fog. He glanced up and down the alley, as far as he could see. Only fog.
A sound behind him caught his attention.
Turning swiftly, he found Mist closing the door, stepping to his side. "You shall not go alone!"
Arguments came to his mind. He was silent, for he realized she would not listen. "Stay close behind me. I search for him, the one from elsewhere. I know not why, but I feel that my mission is with him."
"You need not search. He will surely find us."
Demo moved down the street, ever watchful. Silence held sway, and the fog clung to them like wet cloth. At times lights could be seen, rapidly disappearing as the drear dawn came. Dawn brought little change. The fog still enmeshed a silent world, a world seemingly populated by Mist and himself.
The chill he felt came not from the fog. A coldness along his spine, a prickling on the back of his neck, forewarned him. Something there was, something evil and fearsome, close at hand!
"No!" Mist cried as she ran forward toward an object barely visible. Demo reached out to stop her. His hand touched only cold fog, and she was gone.