<span style="font-style: italic">The first incident happened so fast, that people on the west side of the river, didn't even notice. <br/><br/>That is, except for one person. But he was too busy dealing with his own struggles at the time, to make any difference. What a pity that was, seeing as he could have made all the difference in the world.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: center;">________________________</div></span><br/><br/>Roy was watching the odd fog descend over the east side, and glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed this unusual occurrence. He then felt a bug bite his leg, and, distracted for a moment, slapped at the itching spot.<br/><br/>"Holy HELL!" Roy shouted. His leg stung incredibly painfully where he had slapped it. 'I didn't even slap that hard,' he thought. He peeked under the table at his leg, and watched in amazement as his skin (which had been bleeding) healed shut in a matter of seconds. Soon only the blood was left, the wound, nowhere to be seen. Roy sat back and tried to process what had just happened. It was only when his blank stare regained focus, did he notice, the fog was gone.<br/><br/>So were all the people.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000000"><div style="text-align: center;">________________________</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The entire incident went by without so much as a single terrified scream, but the east side of the city was gone. Nobody knew where they went, or why they had disappeared. <br/><br/>For some, they didn't have long to figure it out.</span>