Mission Log 1:12 – Everything’s Under Control

I don’t know if you need reminding, but at this point a step forward—toward the murderous mist—put Ford right onto the bridge. Which spanned a deep chasm, with only a couple of low rails to protect us against a fall. One misstep, and down we’d go.

The fog looked like it could reach out and grab an arm. Pull us into the abyss.

But Ford took a step toward it, and all the tendrils whipped back up out of the cabin in a snap, as if to protect the jungle. Someone gasped behind me, but otherwise ...