It was odd, the silk thread in the box had clearly dissipated during the daytime, so how had it reappeared?
Jimmy packed up his documents, greeted Hayden, and left the police station, got into his car, and drove toward the dirt road in Northern Town.
This kind of silk thread shouldn't pose any danger. The two campers hadn't had any incidents before, and according to the satellite photos, the anomaly had persisted for a while. If something were to happen, it wouldn't have waited just for this night.
Jimmy's target was the mist, originating from the Red River. If the mist was targeting the box, and it being nighttime, the mist should have moved by now.
Jimmy had just left town and hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped the car. The mist was floating ahead but was no longer advancing toward the town. Now, the mist was only a few meters away from Jimmy, yet, even this close, both remained undisturbed; Jimmy stared at the mist, dumbfounded.