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[cloudmyjudgment]

They were chatting at the bar, her and Jordan. It was a nice sunny day in Haruvatat, and Cavanaugh's was a busy place, as it usually was at lunch time. The waitresses were being kept super busy, but Jordan was behind the bar, where there was little need for her - a beer here and there, but nothing much else than that - after all, it was barely noon

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[m_e_with_issues]

"See you at home!" Jordan called after her cheerfully, not noticing that anything was wrong.

[cloudmyjudgment]

"Eh, Jordan ... Do you see anything wrong with this?" she asked, reaching out to wave her hand in the fog. It all but disappeared.

[m_e_with_issues]

Jordan dropped the rag she'd been using to wipe down the bar and hurried over to the door.

"What the hell is that?"

[cloudmyjudgment]

"Fog? I mean, it looks like fog, but ... it's thicker than any I've ever seen before."

Then again, New York City didn't get foggy that often.

"It was such a nice, sunny day. I don't understand."