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 Mist Score: 0 Moves: 23

> get out of car

The Trident dies as you vacate the front seat.

> bang on canopy in frustration

Grrrr.....just for that, I'm repossessing the keys.

> hey you can't do that

It's my grandmother's, man. I can do whatever I want. And speaking of which, the mist around here is beginning to thicken into a sinister fog. You may have just lost your way.