He kept turning around to see if anybody was there. From time to time he would stop and look around but no one, not a soul. The last two days were incredibly devoid of other people. All there seemed to be, were him, the path, the rain, and his thoughts. And his thoughts he could do without.

It had to have been around 180 days now since he heard the words, "I want you to leave, I want you to go and not come back." He asked if he ever could. She said she didn't know. So he left. Around 60 days after leaving, he realized that there was no recognizable trail, path, or road back. He would never see or realize that part of his life again.

Two days ago he had ventured up one of the tall cliffs that skirted that path he walked. The climb was difficult but not impossible. He wanted to see if he could at least see the sun. It had probably been 180 days since he had last seen the sun. As he thought about it, he realized that not once had the sun shone through the clouds, let alone at all.

As he climbed the fog thickened but he seemed to be able to find foot holds even in the reduced visibility. His cloths were soaked from sweat and rain. They were torn so bad he really didn't know why he was wearing his shirt anymore. As continued his climb he attained the final rip in his shirt that rendered it completely useless. He took it off and threw it out into the open air. He watch it whirl around and slip into the thickness of the fog below and then continued the ascent.

As got closer to the top. It became brighter and brighter. There was a sun in this strange land. He wasn't even sure he was on the planet anymore as he thought about the concept of "the sun" "This doesn't even really seem like earth anymore." It got brighter. Finally it got so bright that the fog was so lit up and the glare was so bad he could no longer see the next foot hold. He froze then looked down. For a while he couldn't make out any foot holds below. Panic ensued. He started to shake and his knees became weak. His heart rate and breathing rate increased until he closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. He opened his eyes as he looked down. Finally he could just make out one of the foot holds he had just used. He slowly and carefully lowered himself down onto it. As he began to put his full weight onto the out cropping of rocks, they gave way and he clawed desperately at the rock only to realize he was clawing at the fog and it was getting darker and darker. He watched the cliff disappear the brightly lit fog grow dim and felt the rush of air as he accelerated back toward the ground. He thought, Thank you God. It is over!