She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but some part of Amber was forewarning her not to go out.She went out anyway.The heat from their naked bodies...rose, warming the cramped space inside Patrick’s Volkswagen Vanagon. The smell of youthful lust slowly overpowered the stale trace of pot and cigarette smoke woven deep into the upholstery. Jazzy sounds of Mingus crackled softly from the aged dashboard speakers.Outside, the air was crisp, sharp. The violent storm had passed. A silent mist trailed. Would they be surprised at what her life had become or would they nod and smile knowingly? Did one of her old school mates ever turn to another while standing in some noisy, downtown bar on a Saturday night, and ask if they had any idea ‘what Katie was up to these days? Whatever happened to her anyway? We really ought to give her a call’. Did any old boyfriends fantasize about her anymore? Did they lay awake and watch their wives sleeping and wonder how things would have been different if. Or Ishould say I didn't notice until we were at the checkout counter, and Icould get a clear view of what I was wearing. Lori came over and pulledoff all the tags off my dress and handed them to the checkout girl. Thatwas a slight hint I was tricked again."She wanted to wear this dress home if that was okay mom?" I hear Lorisay to mom while we are in line at the checkout.My mouth drops open hearing Lori lying to mommy. "No I didn't say thatmommy. I didn't say I wanted to wear this pretty dress. I was about to ask the AI for status when we heard a faint, but gut-wrenching scream of pain and terror that all too quickly cut off.We looked at each other but the scream was faintly followed by a cry of. "Fuck! That green fog does kill!"We tensed and then heard a female wail of terror echo for a moment before dying out in a faint gurgle of pain."Well, we've confirmed that it's coming," Yvette said.I nodded. "It doesn't sound good. Hopefully at least some have started running this way."As I.