"Damn it." he mumbled under his breath, regaining his balance.
In hopes that the hallway would be clearer, Yorick made his departure from his apartment, but was frustrated to find that the thickness of the fog in the hallway was congruent with that of the fog in his room. He walked down the stairs to check the mail, and upon walking into the mail room, found many of his neighbors standing around, muttering in confusion.
"Yorick, have you seen this?" prompted Halle, handing Yorick a newspaper.
Still groggy and a bit annoyed by the morning, Yorick uninterestedly glanced at the paper. Then, recognizing the headline he'd just been shown, re-focused his attention on the newspaper again, jaw dropping open.
His mind took him back to that day. The day Mr. Evans' murder had been discovered. The day he'd taken his attention off of mourning Mr. Evans and started mourning his wife again. The day he felt sad and hopeless, and the town changed forever. The number of good days Yorick had had since the death of Mr. Evans were few and far between, as it was not only him who was affected by this death, but everyone he interacted with since then seemed to have a bit less sparkle to them.
Yorick walked slowly back to his apartment, breathing in the thick, suffocating air. Upon returning to his apartment, Yorick sat in his chair, opening the window just as he had on the clear night not too long ago. Somehow, although this fog was restricting his vision, something about the return of the newspaper felt like a sign to him. Like a continuation of his moment of insight, and his coming out of the dark. Perhaps this newspaper would give him some insight into the identity of the mystery man and his connection to Mr. Evans.
Feeling confident in his ability to bring light to this situation, Yorick sat back and reflected on his life. Instead of feeling the same sadness he had felt years ago on the day this newspaper was released and darkness had swept over the town, Yorick felt his purpose was finally coming together. He reminisced on his relationship with his wife, and how lost he had felt on this day 6 years ago. Now it was all looking up for him. He held Misty in his arms, leaned back in his chair, and dozed off as a small smile crept across his face.
