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looked around. The mist was so thick, they could barely see more than anarm’s length ahead.
    “Do you think Lewis got away from the harbour in time?” Susie wondered.
    “If he did get away, I expect he headed for home,” said Greg.
    “That’s where we’re off to then,” said Susie.
    A few steps brought them onto the bridge over the Kinnessburn. They could hear the faint trickle of the stream as they crossed over and turned right along Kinnessburn Road.
    “Hang on a second,” said Greg in an urgent whisper. “There’s somebody following us.”
    “You’re right,” Susie agreed. She could hear what sounded like footfalls behind them.
    Suddenly there came a harsh cackling noise.
    They spun round to confront their pursuer. Susie braced herself, ready to fight off something with three heads. Instead, a pair of ducks waddled past, still quacking at each other, totally unconcerned with the two humans.
    Susie heaved a sigh of relief.
    “It must be bad when we get spooked by Donald Duck,” said Greg.
    “That stuff must not affect animals,” said Susie. “And look, the sun’s breaking through.”
    The mist was thinning and in a matter of seconds the air cleared completely.
    “Well, that’s a bonus,” said Greg. “Now we can put on a bit of speed.”
    They jogged past the bowling club and up Pipeland Road, passing various people frozen in mid-stride or seated inside their stalled cars. A flock of sparrows flitted across the sky, further proof that only humans had been affected.
    “We’re probably the only people in St Andrews who can still move,” said Greg.
    They were headed along Lamond Drive when they heard a dreadful screech. It was the cry of the fiery hawk, which came swooping over the nearby rooftops.
    “Freeze!” said Greg.
    He and Susie stopped dead in their tracks, doing their best to look as if they had been paralysed like everybody else. They held their breath, not daring to move a muscle as the shadow of the bird of prey passed over them. They held their poses stiffly until the creature disappeared from view.
    “I think it’s gone,” said Greg.
    Susie relaxed and gave herself a shake. “I never thought pretending to be a tree in drama class would ever come in so handy.”
    Hurrying along, they finally reached Bannock Street, where the McBride family lived.
    “It’s just as well Mum and Dad are in Dunfermline for the day, visiting Aunt Vivian,” said Greg.
    “What, that horrible aunt of yours that nobody likes?”
    “Dad calls it a pre-emptive strike,” said Greg, “to keep her from visiting us and staying for a week.”
    They were walking up the street when a large dog came racing past them, howling in terror. It belonged to their neighbours, the Larkins, and it was in serious trouble.
    Chasing after it, spitting and hissing, was a large ginger cat. This cat had been in so many fights it had lost tufts of fur from all over its body, and it only had one ear, which made it look even fiercer.
    “Mrs Mulheron’s cat!” said Greg as he and Susie dodged aside.
    The two pets flew past, the cat slashing with its front claws and narrowly missing the dog’s tail.
    “I hate that wee monster!” Susie exclaimed as the animals disappeared round the corner into Learmonth place.
    “I can’t believe Mrs Mulheron calls it Tiddles,” said Greg. “It should be called Fangface or Terrorclaw or something like that.”
    “My mum calls it Evil Cat,” said Susie. “It terrorises every pet in the neighbourhood.”
    “And a lot of the people too,” said Greg. “It should be declared a public enemy.”
    In the distance they heard a savage squall from the cat as it pursued the hapless dog around the block.
    Outside the McBride house a discarded bicycle lay onits side on the pavement. Halfway up the front path they saw Lewis. He was frozen in mid-step as he made a mad dash for the front door.
    They hurried over to him and Susie stared into his lifeless eyes. “Oh, no, the mist got him!”
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