The mist was thick, foggman shook his head, it always happened at the most inappropriate times. 'Mom, you here? You okay?'
A hand slid into foggman, he grabbed the arm 'mom?'
'Don't worry boytjie, mummy is here and will lead you to safety.'
Foggman laughed, no matter who you are, or what powers your wield, your mother will still see you as a little child needing love and protection. Thank God for mummy's...