Originally Posted by The Narrator

The mist is as thick here as it is anywhere else on the grounds. In truth, it’s small wonder the boy was able to make it all the way out here, but he did and the cool swirls of fog that hung eerily over the grounds was waiting.

Waiting no longer, several pairs of hands reached forth for the boy. Eager hands, all grabbing him from every which direction. They pull him off with little effort. Over the side of the bridge to the ravine? Somewhere else? It was hard to tell with how thick the fog remained.

Where has he gone?