The man stood, gazing into the distance.
A distorted shape stood silently, ragged breathing.

He saw the mist move.

Now it was snorting.

Closer.

Grumbling.

Closer..

Mumbling.

Closer...

"Lost my ticket again..."

The man put a hand to his heart.

He was shaking.

It was a grumbling man,

who lost his ticket.