The third try was the charm...the engine finally caught.  Barely.  It was missing and farting and blatting, and the stink of unburnt fuel was already wafting into the air...but the engine kept running.  Angela put the car into gear, looked through the back window...<br/><br/>...and couldn't see anything.  The fog.  Craning her neck, she could see the trees out of the top fifth of the window that was not yet obscured by the impenetrable mist.  As far as the road, the ground, the other parked cars, or any other possible obstacles, they were utterly hidden in that field of white.<br/><br/>Then something thunked into side of the car, next to Allison.  There was the unmistakable sound of something squealing and crying in pain...and then growling...<br/><br/>(DM to group: who is in which seat in the car?)