Weeping Angels - Mist blocks

‘That’s just me! I’m driving. Now, don’t worry. I very much think of you as a remote-controlled car full of little, squashable people who I absolutely do not intend to squash or squish in any way. I’ll take care of this, I promise. You keep watching out for Angels.’

The family kept looking around.

‘How are you doing this?’ Evan marvelled at the car moving, but remained focused on the threat.

‘Not easily, I’ll tell you. That mist, it’s blocking everything. I can hardly see or get a signal through it. But I found enough power in there to help you out. All of those other cars – the Angels took the owners, but they left the cars behind. Well, I can use their power.’

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Tales of Terror, The Mist of Sorrow