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feet got tangled in the baskets and he fell flat on his muzzle.
    Lewis scrambled up the path to where the walls of the ruined cathedral loomed over him. Behind him the onlookers, who hadn’t moved quickly enough to escape the mist, were frozen like statues.
    Lewis could feel the mist closing in on him fast. Looking around desperately for a means of escape, he spotted a bicycle lying on the grass below the cathedral wall. He heaved it upright and jumped on as the mist billowed towards him.
    He pushed off and pedalled furiously towards town. Swerving round the front of the cathedral, he swept past the war memorial while the rolling mist chased after him like a hungry beast.

5. T HE R UNAWAY M IST
    As Greg and Susie headed up Market Street they passed several people shaking their mobile phones, trying to make them work. A young man raged futilely at a cash machine that was flashing the words ‘Magic Beans Only’ at him.
    As they turned the corner into Union Street, they passed two cars that had come together nose to nose, with both drivers cursing their malfunctioning satnavs.
    “Everything’s going completely loopy,” Susie commented.
    “That’s a sure sign Loki’s behind it,” said Greg.
    They turned right into North Street past the old Salvation Army Hall. Looking down towards the cathedral they saw people hurrying up from the harbour. Among them was Tommy Wright, one of Greg’s classmates. He would have run right past them if Greg hadn’t grabbed his arm.
    “Hang on, Tommy, where’s the fire?” Greg asked.
    Tommy gave him a wild-eyed look. “M-m-m-monsters down at the harbour,” he stammered. “Like something out of a computer game. And the mist! It’s freezing folk!” He pulled loose of Greg’s grasp and ran off like he was being chased by a lion.
    “Did you see Lewis there?” Susie called after him, butTommy didn’t stop to answer.
    Even as she spoke, on the other side of the road, a sparkling grey mist rolled over the Younger Hall, enveloping its columns and windows. A man stepped out of the door into the mist and froze in his tracks.
    “Uh-oh! This is serious!” said Susie.
    “Don’t just stand there, Spinny!” Greg exclaimed. “It’s coming right for us!”
    They spun round and ran back the way they’d come. Glancing over his shoulder, Greg saw the mist rising up to the rooftops as it poured down Union Street. Anyone caught in its path was instantly paralysed.
    Greg and Susie ducked down Logie’s Lane as the mist filled Market Street behind them.
    “It’s gaining on us!” cried Susie as they emerged into Church Square in front of the town library.
    “We need a place where it can’t reach us,” said Greg.
    The sound of ethereal voices drew their attention to Holy Trinity Church, which formed one side of the square, its spire soaring above them. Pinned to the side door facing them was a poster advertising a Norwegian choir who would be performing there that night.
    “Look,” said Greg, grabbing Susie by the arm, “we’ll duck in here and claim sanctuary or whatever they call it.”
    “Greg, I don’t think…” Susie began, but Greg was already dragging her inside.
    He slammed the door behind them and backed away. At the far end of the church a large man in a suit was conducting the choir, who all stared at the intruders but kept on singing.
    Mr Gillies the minister came rushing up to them, looking very vexed. “I’m happy for you to sit and listen to the choir,” he said testily, “but we simply can’t have a lot of banging and noise.”
    They recognised Mr Gillies from the times he’d addressed the school assembly.
    “Sorry, Reverend,” said Greg, “but we have to shut it out.”
    “It?” the minister repeated in a baffled voice. “It… out?”
    “The mist,” Susie explained. “It’s spreading over the whole town.”
    The minister folded his arms and tried to look ominous. “If this is your idea of a prank,” he said, “I am not amused.”
    “It’s no