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[ Minato shakes his head, coughing into the crook of his arm as he makes the mistake of breathing in the fog too deeply; it's cold and wet and reminds him too much of lying in the hospital trying hard to catch his breath. Those are the sounds he'd been hearing, he's sure of it, the murmur of voices filtering through the trees before them but making no sense as they reach his ears. ]

Kids, maybe. [ Hopefully just some kids who got a kick out of scaring them and will leave them alone once them leave. ] Sorry I stopped the ride short... I though it might be better to head back to the city.

[ Where there's light! And people! And buildings to stay inside to get out of the fog. He's not a huge fan of this weather. ]