The rain fell harder and it was starting to get dark.

All of the sudden from a distance behind, "Where are you from?" she yelled

He turned around, startled. "What?" he yelled back. He could barely hear her over the rain. He made out the shape throught the rain and the fog. She had on a raincoat this time. But it was definitely her. He could tell by her voice.

"I said, where did you come from?" she said as she stopped climbing over a road that had turned into a path that had then turned into large rocks and small boulders. She cupped her hands around her mouth to direct the sound toward him.

The rain instensified, the fog thickened and then she was gone again. Not hidden by the rain and the fog, but gone. He was left in a panic. He wanted to run. but run where. He wanted to scream but to who. There was no time and there was no place. He realized he seemed to be in no time and no place just in the middle of an incredibly rocky path, in the cold wet rain as darkness settled in.

Just then he figured out what she asked. Right after that he figured out that he didn't have the answer. He wondered if he would hear from her again.

"Stay focused." he thought.