Panic rushed every through every fibre of every person in the home store. Thick mist had riddled the shoppers with fears of a fire raging somewhere in the store. The screams filled the air as blinded clients crashed into shelving, glass breaking.
'Please remain calm' the voice over the intercom boomed 'please move forward carefully'
Foggman looked into the blinding mist, none the wiser of which way would take him out the shop, 'How can I move forward if I don't know which way I am facing?