You really needn't worry about me, though I suppose I can't stop you. I can stop in and see you family if you like, but I'm not sure how well that would go over? I assume you've been writing to them as well. There's really nothing all that worrisome over here, other than a dense layer of fog. We can't use magic in the streets anyway, so it's not all that different.

It seems this phenomenon has everybody in a tizzy, though I can understand that its mysterious origin must be some kind of vexing to the ministry.

I have some news I've been waiting to tell you, because I wasn't exactly sure how to bring it up. My father appeared on my doorstep last week, decided on a whim to leave the Amazon and come see me. He made to town just before we were completely covered by fog. It's been... interesting, but I'm happy to see him. I'm not sure what we want to do or tell him, so I haven't said anything yet. That's a decision we should likely make together.