Helen reached for his hand and he edged away further. "You both need to leave." John—" said Gwen."Wait," said Helen."Go," said John. "Now!"And then ...hey all heard something else: The clicking sound of something with long nails loping its way across the floor. Gwen's heart skipped a beat when the big, shaggy head, with its long muzzle and cruel yellow eyes, peered around the corner. The wolf padded in, head low to the ground, hackles raised. Its eyes rooted Gwen to the spot. Helen didn’t seem to. Why isn’t there any Hopi fog, or Navajo fog? Maybe even Pawnee or Cherokee fog? Don’t the other tribes have any weather, or did the Apache tribe bribe the weather bureau to use only their name? Hurricanes are ecumenical, alternating male and female names, and they are monstrous weather cells. Yet, fog seems to only be solid, pea soup, or patchy. But then again, why just pea soup rather than tomato or bullion? Oh my god, now I’m hungry. Perhaps I’ll get up and get a snack. It seems as though I’m. "Sven laughed. He had spent the last few months traveling a lot. His schedule over the next few weeks was easier. Like Rick Carson, his schedule really didn't offer him much opportunity to make friends. He had been somewhat friendly with Rick Carson in the past because their children were friends. He had a professional relationship with Paul and Maggie Turner. Sven had liked them both a lot, but never really had a chance to do anything socially with them. Here was the chance. "Well, count me in. It’s the only way, now. I’m not right anymore. I have to fix myself, now, or there won’t be anything left to fix later. The panic attacks, they just keep getting worse. I have to do something!”“But have you gone to a doctor? There has to be a way to fix this!”“There is, Matt.”“In Maine? Is there a doctor up there that you’re going to see?”“I’m going there to figure it out. I don’t know exactly how yet, but I know I have to start there.”I shook my head, as the tears flowed without hesitation..