Fog rolled her way there. Rolled down and close to the ground, like a mantle of ethereal snow, checking on the garden and the plants, making sure everything was at least similar to how she had left her. The Garden was alive, of course, and life meant change, and so it had changed, but she could still call it her Garden, she could still call it Home. Specially since Storm was still there. Fog didn't feel good when she was rooted, but time and experience had made her realize that everyone, even her needed fixed points to come back; how else could she tell up from down, left from right then? Specially in a place like Wonderland, where losing your way was more common than not.
And soon she was nearby his house, so she gathered herself up, and made the unnecessary clothes' dusting ritual. Nothing like looking perfectly presentable for her friend, after all. She knew of Storm's mopey predisposition all too well, and was delighted on have managed to make herself someone capable of bringing some light to his existence. Ironic as it might be, Fog would do what she could to clear the day for him.
Carefully stepping in, Fog looked around. If she knew him like she did then he had been recently putting things in order. Smiling, Fog looked around.
"Darling?" called out as she took in the sense of calm the place brought to her.