Realm of wisps and fog

Charlotte shivered at the chilling fog as Peter’s small hand reached for hers--the boy she’d tried to save from that train. But she’d been too late, and they’d both ended up here.

She hadn’t felt a thing. All she remembered was that she was on her way to work, walking past the train tracks when a horrified, feminine scream reached her ears... She didn’t think about it, she’d dropped her bag and ran for the little form on the tracks reaching for his ball...

Is this some strange form of limbo, she thought, striding forward at the distant hum of a crowd.

“I’m scared. Where’s mama?” Peter’s shaky voice asked.

Charlotte squeezed Peter’s hand and swallowed, searching for the strength she needed.

“Everything will be okay,” she smiled, unable to answer the quesion of his mama, pushing more confidence in those words than she felt. “I’ll be with you, I won’t leave.”

She needed to figure out what was going to happen to them.

Where were they?

The hum grew louder as they approached.

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Art: emporioefikz: “Blackmore ”