"Yeah, right," said Scott, surveying the town.  It was eerily, unnaturally, unnervingly quiet.  Perhaps it was the fog.  Yeah, that's it, it had to be the fog.  He remembered, back in high school, learning about the particular physics of fog's sound-dampening abilities; the reason was that, since it was basically water droplets suspended in air, the sound waves had to pass from one media to the other.<br/><br/>Or something like that.<br/><br/>The neon Burger Boy sign was a welcome sign of life, although it did remind him that he was hungry.  Perhaps once he had a meal in his belly, things would begin to look better.