Krystal grabbed her pistol from a small bag of odds and ends she had brought in with her. She opened the french doors at the back of the cabin and stepped outside. The piney-smelling air was intoxicating, but she was too worried to pay much attention it's wonder. Krystal ran into the woods, pistol in hand. She ran until she saw the figure again.

         Krystal looked around for more figures and noticed a thick wall of fog that seemed to be just that; a wall. She concealed her gun and walked towards the figure that she could now tell was facing her from the edge of the fog. She closed in and gasped.

         was that?...no, it couldn't be, she thought. Yes, yes it is, it's Beck! The figure in the woods appeared to be musical genius, Beck. Krystal stuck her hand out to greet him.

"Mr. Beck, hi, um...what are you doing here?" She asked.

"I got two turn tables and a microphone. I mean, um, you never saw me here. I've got a devil's haircut on my mind, now go away. You never saw me here." Beck said as he seemingly floated back without movement into the fog. Krystal scratched her head in amazement.