"Stay. Don't go out. He walks the street this night." Mist held
his arm, eyes wide.
"Who is he? Why should I fear?"
"He is like you. He also comes from elsewhere. Yet, he is not
like you. For you are kind. He destroys all he meets. And he is
real, not shadow. When he came our world stopped. No longer do
we move from the unreal to the real. We linger here in this
shadow world, with no yesterday and no tomorrow."
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.
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