"There was something haunting the bar; I guess they think it was called Slenderman. It's big on the internet in somebody's world, which is where this," she flaps the folder and then puts it down again, on the bed behind them, "came from.

"It caused the fog and it made people get paranoid and sick. It fed off the fear," she says, low and matter-of-fact. She reaches over and rests her hand in the crook of his elbow, just above where stone meets skin. She inhales. "What's the last thing you remember?"