Tom didn't reply... it was dead quiet, unnatually quiet. Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. A sound that JEssica had come to dread. The sound of dress shoes, clacking on cement. Off in the distance, a shadowy tall figure could be seen approaching slowly in the fog. One did not need to see in the fog to know that he did not have a face and his limbs were unnaturally long.