I was trapped in a dense fog, falling over myself, unable to see my own feet.

How did it get so bad? I tried to remember how I got there, but I could not remember anything except the fog.

How long had I been here?

I walked endlessley, wanting to get out of the fog. Would I die here, alone and lost? 

In the distance I heard a soft voice.

"How long has she been there?"

""About thirty years."

"Tsk, so little and already getting impatient. Eternity is a long time, she will find out soon enough."