The fog was standing at about waist-level where I was. I backed up a few steps, then ran forward, jumping as far as I could above the stuff. I rolled and came to my feet after landing to find that the fog now covered me head to foot. I couldn't so much as see my own feet when I looked down. Still odder, though, was that that sense of hatred for all things living seemed gone. Instead, the fog seemed to...like me. I felt warm inside, loved. A face seemed to drift out of the bog, followed by a body. It was my long-dead mother. My eyes momentarily widened in shock, then I realized that it was perfectly natural. My mom wasn't dead at all, she'd just run odd and hidden here, in this city.
Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around her. She faded away, ephermeal as this fog gave a sense of permanence. Then, pain, pain like I'd never known. It felt as though every nerve on my body had been lit aflame. I was senseless from it, careening unconcious down rivers of fire. As soon as it had begun, it was done with. The fog seemed...afraid of me somehow, it shrank away from me. I gave myself a brief check. I seemed fine except from thje now scabbed-over wounds from the ice storm and the lingering taste of a lemon in the back of my mouth.