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stood silently for several moments. At the edge of the water, a band of white fog was slowly creeping forward. It looked to Lyssa like long fingers reaching out for the land.
    “Looks like Mother Nature’s going to provide her own version of going dark,” Grant said. “Okay, team. Let’s get started.”

     
    Lyssa staggered her way across the rocks. They were big and jagged and hard to climb. Her feet kept slipping. Jason clambered along beside her. Even with his long legs, he was struggling. Jen and Mike had turned off to the right, Grant and Mark to the left. Lyssa and Jason were going straight down the middle to the ocean.
    How much farther?
Lyssa wondered. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocky beach filled her ears. But Lyssa couldn’t see the water through the thick fog.
    “This is Jason,” she heard him say for the benefit of the audio recorder. “I’m with Lyssa. We’re walking toward the water. The fog is coming in pretty good now. It should reach us any minute.”
    He turned his head to look at Lyssa. “You okay?”
    “Sure,” Lyssa said. “Absolutely.” She took a few more steps, her eyes on the white wall of mist ahead of them. Reaching, grasping, inching ever closer and closer. Once the moisture surrounded her, it would feel like being stuck in a cloud—but with no way out.
    Lyssa shuddered. She hated the feeling of being trapped. She knew Jason did, too.
    “Okay,” she admitted. “Well, to tell the truth, I’m not looking forward to being in the fog.”
    “Just stay focused,” Jason advised. “Remember, fog can’t actually hurt you, no matter how creepy it is in the movies. When in doubt, just listen for the sound of the water.”
    “Okay,” Lyssa agreed. She felt a breath of cool, damp air move past her face. And then the fog surrounded them. Lyssa and Jason struggled through it. The mist made the rocks even more slippery and dangerous.
    Oof!
Without warning, Lyssa pitched forward. Her hands hit against the stones.
    “Are you all right?” Jason asked at once.
    “Fine,” Lyssa said as she tried to catch her breath. “I think my shoe’s untied. I must have tripped over the laces. Go on, I’ll be right behind you.”
    “You’re sure?” Jason said.
    “Sure,” Lyssa replied.
    Jason continued toward the water. He vanished into the mist after just a few steps. Lyssa balanced as best she could, trying to get her shoe tied. Her fingers were clumsy with cold. The laces were wet. Finally, Lyssa gave up bending over. She turned around and sat gingerly on one of the stones. It took three tries before she could get the laces tied.
    Finally!
Lyssa thought. She stood up.
    The fog was all she could see. Lyssa was all alone. She couldfeel the panic rising in her chest.
Remember what Jason said,
she told herself.
When in doubt, listen for the water.
    But which way was it? It seemed to Lyssa that the sound of the ocean was all around her now.
Think!
she told herself. What had she done?
I went to tie my shoelace. I sat down.
    Lyssa swung around. Back in the direction she thought the ocean was. She strained to hear… Was the sound of the waves louder that way? She honestly couldn’t tell.
    “This is Lyssa,” she gasped for the recorder she was wearing. “I’m alone in the fog. I’ve lost Jason. I can’t see anybody else. I don’t know where they are. I’m going to try calling for help.”
    Lyssa pulled in a breath to shout. Before she could, she heard a cry.
    “Help us!”
a voice cried out.
“Somebody, please save us! Help. Help! HELP!”
    “Jason, where are you? I can’t see you!” Lyssa shouted out.
    She wasn’t sure, but she thought the other voice was coming from the water. Lyssa staggered toward the sound. Her foot slipped. Lyssa lost her balance and went down, hard.
    She lay on her side, trying to steady her breathing. Trying to beat back the pain and fear that she felt. Slowly, carefully, Lyssa got to her feet.
    But she was in a nightmare world now. The sounds