Angela looked around from her place on the ground.  She had tripped over a rock, an ordinary thing she would easily have avoided had she been able to see it.<br/><br/>She became aware that from beneath, the fog was more a conventional mist than an impenetrable blanket of white.  She could see a good fifty feet or so.  There was moisture in the air, cool and heavy, and the smell of green growing things.  But beneath that, there was a fetid odor, a whiff of something darker and corrupt.<br/><br/>Looking back at the cabin, she could see inside.  She could also see the Ford...though something about the car looked odd.  She couldn't put a finger on it...