Open-mouth panting, he shook his head. "No idea. I take it you don't either." Finally, he was within normal speaking distance. "What the frak's going on?"
Again he glimpsed over his shoulder. There was nothing he could see besides tress, fog, and a blue haze of very early morning.
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