The Mist of Strangeness that enveloped Belfast was not silent or deserted.
At least it wasn't like that on the main roads.
Citizens wanting to leave the city carried oil lamps and torches, dragging along family and luggage, converging onto the main roads from various streets to form a creeping line of stars stretching towards the summit of Sugard Mountain.
After everyone had witnessed the three flesh-made, fog-breathing strange creatures emerging from the sea, the first to panic had already fled from here. And when night fell, with no good news coming through the radios, more uneasy citizens took their luggage, aiming to avoid danger and set upon the road to leave Belfast.
They feared a recurrence of the Zenst incident.
Amongst the winding line, a peculiar procession mixed in: a tall man with black hair, dressed in a black coat, was followed by seven boys and girls holding hands.
