[ When they all first moved to the housing spiral, one of Morgan's housemates was the king of sitting on couches. Morgan takes a page out of his book now and kicks back, putting his shoed feet atop the coffee table -- sneakers instead of his usual boots. He's decidedly more casual than usual this morning underneath his tactician's robe, still in his scavenged jammies thanks to the sudden rush over. ]

We came up with a few ideas, but who can say for sure? Ghosts, prophecies, cries for help... but it can't be a coincidence that this crazy fog rolled in all of a sudden.