The mist was everywhere- we couldn't see a thing beyond our noses, gray fog obscuring even our hands when held out in front of us. There was a white noise around us, a fuzziness to my mind, to her voice, to the lines of my body.
I don't know(more) how long we had been walking. It felt like minutes, but when I thought back to it I realized it must have been hours.
"Where are we?"
"Mellie, I'm scared."
"I want to leave."
"Why are we here?"
I sighed, running a hand that I couldn't see though hair that I could only feel. "Sarah. Please, shut up."
She sniveled, and I heard a wet noise. I assumed her sleeve was running across her upper lip.
"I'm really, really scared."
My heart melted a little, and I stopped. She jerked to a halt, pulled back by my hand.
"Wanna ride on my shoulders?"
She was quiet for a moment, then- "Yeah."
She held tightly to my hand, and I twirled so that when she walked forward, she'd be- hopefully- walking straight to my back. A moment or two of squabbling, and then I lifted her up, her small arms wrapping around my neck.
"Loosen up a bit."
She loosened her grip.
I glanced around, not that it did much good. "Which way were we walking?"
I felt her shrug.
I blinked back some sudden tears, and began walking again. We'd make it through this gray.
Please, please let us make it through this gray.
Sarah began to sing quietly as we moved forward, sliding through the fog, the static feeling growing more and more.
Please let us make it through this.(less)