For many days the small city was covered in a dense gloomy mist.
Wearing a small white mask and carrying several bags, an old woman walking along the road, slowly began to stagger in her steps. Her unsteady hands trembling, quickly loosing their tight grip that they had on the bags she was carrying. She then suddenly slipped out of consciousness, and fell heavily to the ground.
Slowly regaining her senses, the old woman looked up. And saw what appeared to be three shadowy ghost like figures walking in the distance. Two of the figures continued walking, and disappeared within the mist. However, one of the figures remained, and looked as if it was staring in her direction. The old woman reached out with her voice and tried to call out to it, but just as quickly as the other two figures had disappeared, the third shadowy figure also vanished before her eyes.
Rubbing and blinking her eyes several times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, the old woman got up and came to her knees. She gathered her things that had fallen to the ground, and then sighed deeply while gazing upward into the evening sky, as if she was looking for something. But the only thing that she saw was the swirling mist above and all around her.
Coughing a little, she stood up with her bags, and then continued on her way down the road through the mist.