second reflection || video

[not_her_path]

[Heather's in her room, flopped on the bed. She tilts her head to regard the PDA that she has turned on a moment before. Her arms are tucked behind her head, resting the small of her neck on the palms of her hands. Its a relaxed position, and yet her careworn face still makes her look unaccountably edgy. Not so unaccountable perhaps, there is a creepy killer on the loose, and a fog that recalls memories that she doesn't identify as hers.]

So is there some reason people are going out into that fog? Isn't it dangerous?