“Stoney…”
The word seemed muffled and faraway, mysterious as it came out of the fog. It gave Stoney the chills, causing him to slow down and look around, and wonder if he was hallucinating the drifting shadows he thought he saw. He hurried away until he heard the voice again.
“Stoney.”
He stopped again and looked back. The fog drifted and moved like a mysterious entity as it gathered in doorways, crawled along the asphalt, and provided a thickness where attackers could hide. The atmosphere it created caused Stoney to get increasingly uncomfortable, so he decided he had better do something to protect himself. He looked around for a moment until he saw a big stick. The moment he saw it, he grabbed for it and held it out in front of him threateningly.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, b
