As Mr. Townsend and Miss Trelawney faded from view, Mason grew increasingly uneasy. Miss Connolly's evaluation of staying together struck a chord with Mason and he thought her correct. It was too late to follow however as they were enveloped by the fog and disappeared from view.

That was the least of their concerns however, as something or rather someone? emerged from the woods, revealing the source of the loud crack they'd heard earlier. Mason shuddered and automatically grabbed his knife from the side of his pack. It was there for plants, not for people, but without a wand, what else did they have for weapons? He wasn't any good with it as far as defense went, but it was large enough to prove some kind of useful, or so he hoped.

"How do you mean?" Mason wasn't sure they were looking for a person, were they? Was one single person the cause of this crazy fog? He seriously doubted that it was referring to the two from their group who had just vanished into the fog.