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prank,” said Susie, pointing. “Look!”
    Mist was seeping around the edges of the door and spreading over the wall. It swelled into a cloud and expanded towards them.
    Greg spat out a word that was not appropriate for church as he and Susie dashed up the aisle.
    Mr Gillies had just started to shout after them when the mist wrapped itself around him. He froze, with his mouth gaping open.
    The mist flooded the church to their right, forcing Greg and Susie to veer left. They darted for a door justbehind the choir. The singers fell silent as the cloud rolled towards them and the conductor just had time to cry out in Norwegian before they were engulfed.
    “He’s probably complaining about the Scottish weather,” said Greg as he and Susie bashed through the door and into the passage beyond.
    The passage turned a corner to the right. Racing down it, they barged through another door into a storeroom full of stacked chairs and shelves crammed with hymn books.
    “This is a dead end!” Greg groaned as he shut the door on the mist, which was rolling down the corridor after them.
    “No, it’s not,” said Susie, leaping up onto a stack of chairs. “There’s a window up here.”
    She threw open the high window and clambered out, dropping to the other side. She landed on her feet, nimble as a cat, on the front lawn. Greg scrambled after her and flopped down on the grass.
    “Come on,” said Susie, helping him up.
    The lawn was enclosed by a low iron railing. They swung over it easily and landed in South Street. Behind them the mist swirled around the walls of Holy Trinity and snaked its way up the spire.
    “The only place safe from that stuff would be a sealed bank vault,” said Greg.
    “I don’t think any bank is going to let you just walk into their vault,” said Susie.
    “Don’t be so sure,” said Greg. “A few words from The Verbal Ninja might persuade them.”
    “No time for that, Greg,” Susie replied. “We’d better keep running.”
    They pelted across the street, heading for Queen’s Gardens. At this point they weren’t the only ones running. A sense of alarm had finally spread through the entire town and crowds of people were now trying desperately to flee the mist.
    Skirting the town hall, they raced down Queen’s Gardens to Queen’s Terrace. From here a steep, narrow brae led down to the Kinnessburn, the stream that separated the old town from the new.
    “If we can get to the bridge across the burn,” Greg gasped, “maybe this stuff won’t cross the water.”
    “I hate to say this, Greg,” said Susie, “but it did come in off the sea.”
    They started down the brae with the mist pressing close. Susie could feel the icy touch of it on the back of her neck.
    “Faster!” Greg urged.
    Then he gave a strangled cry as his foot snagged on a crooked piece of paving. Susie collided with him as he pitched forward. The next instant they both tumbled head over heels down the brae, ending up in an ungainly heap at the bottom.
    Before they could scramble to their feet they were completely engulfed in the mist’s frigid embrace. 

6. E VIL C AT
    Susie squeezed her eyes tight shut, expecting something like an electric shock as the mist took its paralysing effect. Instead all she felt was a slight chill. When she opened her eyes she saw Greg grinning at her.
    “Hey, we’re okay!” he exclaimed.
    “Yes, why is that?” said Susie.
    “Maybe we’re just tougher than everybody else,” Greg suggested.
    “No, I don’t think so,” said Susie, staring at her Asgardian ring. “It must be these.”
    Greg gazed at his ring too. “Becauuse Odin gave them to us?”
    “They must have some kind of power that’s protecting us,” said Susie.
    “Well, that’s a relief,” said Greg. “I didn’t fancy spending the rest of my life as a statue in somebody’s museum.”
    “Take it from me, Greg,” said Susie with a chuckle, “nobody would consider you a work of art.”
    They picked themselves up and