As Angela rose to her feet, she felt a wave of vertigo washing over her, almost causing her to fall back down again.  Thankfully, it was brief.  The air of the...what she wanted to think of as the "real world"...seemed dry and stale.<br/><br/>Then reality came back, and Max prodded her toward the Ford.  The car came closer now, its island-blue now only a few feet away.  There was no sound above...the air was still.  The fog felt like it had...presence...that had to be pushed against.<br/><br/>Finally the car was reached...the door-handle covered and obscured by the fog.