The fog was especially thick. Two feet in front of your nose seemed a stretch. But they weren't worried. They had been through worse. Just trust and follow. The beacon of safety was glowing ahead. Leading them clearly. It was always an amazing thing to see.
When traveling through fog time takes on a twisted shape. Like it can't see its way through clearly either. You think no time at all has passed and then realize it's been hours. Or you think it's been hours and realize it's only been a few minutes. Time gets lost in the fog as easily as everything else.
But still how long had they been flying? It really did seem like they should be landing soon. And it was getting really cold. Shouldn't their first stop have taken them someplace warmer?
Rooftop? Did this feel like a rooftop? It feels like a cliff edge. And what is that sound? Wolves? Surely not wolves. There should be carolers. Maybe jingle bells. And the smell of freshly baked cookies. Not...what was this smell? Fear?
Blitzen felt the laxness in the line first. The lead had been unhooked.
"What's going on, buddy?" Nothing infront of him. Not even a glow.
Then they all saw it. The faint tinge of red in the fog and the clouds flying away. Leaving them stranded. No idea where they were. How to get out safely.
"Who's laughing now?"
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"HO! HO! HO!"
Rudolph shook his head clearing it of the daydream. Time to get to work. But one day...one day they'd play his reindeer games.
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