Michael nodded his head. Ah yes, the mist. He remembered the mist. As though it had been a common thing for everyone everywhere.
He smiled again. "Michael," he replied, holding out his hand. "And to whom do I owe the pleasure?"
She was pretty. Michael was happy he had her company. He liked this place and the girl beside him and the people behind them and the lake in front of them.
Reaching down beside himself again, the same place he had gotten the chair, Michael pulled out a pizza box.
"I was just thinking I could eat. Would you care to join me?"