"It looks kinda like milk."

Laura's face stretched into a smile.  She began to laugh, her teeth peeking from behind her small lips.  The town was shrouded in a thick fog that blurred everything into white, as if she were in some sort of magical land.  Laura imagined that some clumsy god had carelessly dropped his cup and spilled his morning milk all over the place. The mysterious atmosphere could be a sign that there were fairies or something hiding out there.  The thought made Laura's heart tremble with excitement.  The eight-year-old girl began to playfully hop and skip along, her skirt fluttering behind her.  Slowly and smoothly, the fog flowed and drifted though the air.

"Come on, hurry up!  I'm gonna leave you behind!" Laura shouted over and over again, calling out to her companion. 

The two of them were here because they were on a journey to find their friends…