A/N: Again, a word of praise for betas. XD we're each others beta...so that means I get praise too for betaing her. XD But I'm not here to talk about me…we're here to smack Fayt for being mean to Albel…Albel's usually the mean one…but now Fayt gets to be mean, and I don't like it. XD But Fayt will eventually behave…and Albel will get to smack him for being rude for so long. XD A show of hands for whoever wants tickets to see Albel pummel Fayt! XDD

Disclaimer: I own fog! Wait...no I don't…fog is weather which I don't control...and also a movie…the fog or whatever it's called…darn it…I own a couch! Take that!

After lunch, Fayt again found Albel bent over a piece of paper, deep in though.

"You're not calculating money again, are you?" Fayt asked in dismay. "I hope you're not planning on ordering another pizza."

Albel put down his pencil and rested his chin on one hand. He turned his head slightly to glance at Fayt. "No, I'm just doing a little thinking."

Fayt cocked his head to one side. "About what?"

"About everything we've faced so far. The ghosts aren't as powerful as we thought."

Fayt frowned. "I still think they're pretty powerful."

"Maybe so, but they can't do whatever they want. They're bound by equivalent exchange. You have to have something to get something."

Fayt looked confused. "They're using alchemy?"

"No, idiot. This isn't a TV show. This is real."

"Jeez, sorry," Fayt muttered.

Abel sighed. "What I mean is that the monsters we've faced were already on the property. The ghosts just made them larger, like the spiders and the plants, or started controlling them, like the lizard and the cobras. They could probably also make inanimate things come to life, but they can't create anything."

Fayt looked thoughtful. "So are you saying they needed the pizza boy and Sophia to make the blood and they can't suddenly make corpses appear if they haven't killed the person?"

"Exactly. And, see, maybe if it was raining, they could pull a cloud in here. I bet they could move the weather if they wanted to."

"Like the mist," Fayt added.

"Yes-wait, what mist?"

Fayt pointed. A thick gray mist was pouring in through the open windows and under the door frame.

"Damn it!" Albel snarled. "Help me close the windows,"

"It's no use," Fayt protested. 'It'll come in around the edges.

"We have to try," Albel growled, already yanking the nearest window closed.

The room was filling up quickly and the mist was already drifting down the hall to other rooms.

"Do you think this is from fog?" Fayt asked. The mist had already obscured his vision of the room. He was alone in his own pocket of cloud. The air was becoming dank and suffocating.

Something grabbed at Fayt's shirt and he yelped.

"What is it?" Albel's voice sounded close.

"Nothing," Fayt muttered, untangling himself from a potted plant.

Albel laughed. "With you it's always something." Now he sounded clear across the room.

"Albel, where are you going?"

"Nowhere."

Fayt shrieked and nearly jumped as the voice cam from right behind him.

"Damn it, stop moving." Albel snapped. "I'm trying to find you and I don't want to chase you all across the room."

"Okay," Fayt said quietly. He felt around close by until he found something to sit on. "Okay, I'm sitting on the couch!" he shouted.

"Good, that'll make it so much easier."

Fayt waited, breathing in the chilled air, feeling more and more sluggish as time wore out. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a clod clammy hand touched his shoulder. Fayt screamed, instantly alert.

"Shut up, stupid," Albel growled. "It's just me."

Fayt took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm okay. You just startled me."

Albel sighed irritably. "Come on, scaredy-cat. We need to get rid of this."

Fayt squinted, barely making out Albel's outline. "And how do you propose we do that?"

"We open a window and maybe turn on a fan to blow all this back outside."

Fayt sighed heavily. 'We just found each other and now you want us to separate again?"

"I didn't say we were separating. We're going together."

"We can't stay together in this muck," Fayt insisted.

"I'll hold your hand so you won't get separated from me." Albel put his hand on top of Fayt's.

Fayt jerked his hand back as if he had been burned. "I will not hold YOUR hand."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Don't be a baby, Fayt."

"Then stop being a pervert!"

"Fayt, this isn't romance. This is strictly useful, just like me offering you hand to pull you up. Don't you trust me?"

"Only as far as I can see," Fayt muttered.

"This is getting us nowhere," Albel growled. "Fine, you stay here and I'll find a window."

"Are you crazy? The ghosts will kill me if I'm alone."

Albel sighed patiently. "Stay or come. Either way you won't be happy."

"I'll come," Fayt said reluctantly."

"Good." Albel's hand found Fayt's and he squeezed it reassuringly. "Don't worry, Fayt. My hand won't bite."

"Yeah, yeah," Fayt grumbled. "Let's just go."

The two slowly made their way through the house, one hand stretched out to feel in front of them. After several minutes of groping around in the mist, Albel tugged hard to the right, nearly knocking Fayt off balance.

"Hey! Warn me next time," Fayt growled.

"Sorry," Albel said cheerfully.

'No you're not," Fayt said savagely.

"Okay, I'm not. Happy now?"

Fayt was silent for a moment, strangling Albel in his mind. At last he said, "Do you think we're close?"

"We should be. This room's not all that big."

"What if we're not in the same room anymore?"

"Fayt, we will eventually find a window. Stop being such a worry-wart."

There was another long stretch of silence until Fayt banged into something and he started cursing the furniture. Albel found it amusing, but with a supreme effort, he refrained from laughing.

"Aha, here's a wall," Albel said triumphantly, thumping his hand against it for good measure.

"Is there a window?"

"No, not right here, but we'll just feel our way around until we find one."

'We're probably in the hall," Fayt said gloomily. "The hall doesn't have windows."

"Shut up. We'll go through the whole house if we need to. Knowing where the walls are is very important."

"Fine," Fayt said sullenly. "Keep moving."

Albel moved along slowly, tapping at the walls every few inches. Finally, his fist touched the glass with a faint chinking noise. "Found it," Albel said proudly.

Together, he and Fayt lifted the window. The thick mist was already beginning to dissipate. "I see another window up ahead," Albel said happily. "This pea soup will be gone in no time."

Albel found a small hand held fan and he walked around the room, blowing out the last of the mist. "Well, that's that. Now, what were we walking about before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Fayt merely rolled his eyes and walked away.