“It was the fog,” she said. “Yes, Despair and Discord have made their entrance into New York City now,” Oberon said in a booming voice. “Garet and I both witnessed their fog along the Hudson from my window. And yet there’s no fog on the bay or rivers tonight. So I assume they have transformed themselves into some other entity.” Oberon waved his hand at the sparkling clean vista of city that lay below us. We were on the south side of the observation deck now and could see both the East and Hudson Rivers and as far south as Upper New York Bay and the Verrazano Narrows Bridge. There was no trace of the fog that we’d seen downtown at the end of Jane Street. “Somehow Dee must have sent a sliver of fog to the park.” Oberon concluded. “But I don’t know how he’s moving it.” “Maybe he’s hiding somewhere in the park,” Ariel suggested. Oberon shook his head. “Not necessarily. Clearly he’s able to move it from place to place. We have to figure out how and trace it back to where he is.”
