They marched on. Not a word shared. Not a glance exchanged. Only the sound of their soles sucking into and out of the mud, the only sound in the silence. She several paces ahead, fast shirt strides, he walking slow large steps, closing ground. The fog had begun to lift. The could see once again down the trail. Nobody coming up and nobody coming down. Like some weird purgatory she tell people, like you know the earth is here and your your here and all that us real or at least you think it is, I mean why not, it was before you started walking and now after 6 hours if nit seeing a soul you begin to question.