Bare feet splashed through the layer of water that covered the cobblestones. There was a heavy fog on the small town obscuring vision of even the most advanced being. It was dusk and the light was quickly dimming and leeching away from the landscape.

The constant rhythm of the rain and the padding of feet blended together until they were inseparable. Finally the figure stopped and looked around. Her long brown hair blew in the wind; it hung heavy and was damp with the mist. The eyes were white and clouded over, but not blind. The lids shut over the milky whiteness and the figure spread her arms wide. The mist swirled around her engulfing her, a dull blue glow spread from her fingertips but soon faded away.

The figure dropped to her knees and hunched over her body racking but letting out no strangled sob. “Not here…not there….but where?” the words echoed throughout the Mist bouncing off of unseen objects. The figure opened her white eyes and looked towards the clouds, the rain dripping off of her face in a steady rhythm, fresh water to wash away the bloody tears..just like a heart beat

…drip…drip…drip… pound… pound…beat…beat…drip..drip…