She signed a sentence to me, I was too tired to answer.
I soon fell into a Fog-induced nightmare.
I was sitting alone at a bus stop. Everything seemed dark and odd. The black and green bus screeched to a stop, sounding like a dying parrot.
A green and musty figure opened the door.
"Dad? Is it you?" I asked.
"Yes. I am here." He said.
I cried out for joy, and tried to wrap my arms around him, but he slurred away, like poisonous green smoke.
I fell into the bus, and got back up from my stumble. No driver, no passengers. Well, one passenger.
"Mom? Where did Dad go?"
This figure looked wholesome and real. Tears streamed down her eyes as she knitted in the back seat row.
She yelled through a sob.
"Mother, where is Dad? What is wrong?"
She screamed and tried to pull back.
"You monster! You killed him! How could you be so cruel?"
I stumbled to my knees, a dry sob wracking through my body.
I'm a monster.
But, she threw her knitting needles and thread at me, they passed right through. She wasn't looking at me, she was looking behind me. A figure stepped through me, a dark and cold one. Green as moss.
She screamed. And I couldn't move.
I'm a monster. I can't help her.
And I knew who the figure was, right before I started sleeping for real.
He killed him.