I groan against the fog. I have been wandering here for so long that I have lost all track of time. I know that I needed to find someone but for the life of me I just can’t remember who. I grasp my head against the pain I feel. My steps slow as the headache pounds. I fight through the pain and know that for some reason I have to keep moving. There is something lost that I must find.

I look around in the fog once more and notice that still nothing has changed. I have the odd feeling that if I don’t keep moving I would be trapped...