Dresden-Complex

Morty walked out of the hedge maze looking none the worse for the ware. He munched happily on a candy apple, looking about for the others he had gone through the maze with. Not seeing them immediately did not spark any initial panic as he continued to eat his treat, walking about, looking behind hedges and under rocks. “London?” he asked, looking under a particularly tiny rock that couldn’t possibly hide the other Grem. Not finding them he moved on, looking behind a nearby tree. “Belfast?” he quarried to no one as the space behind the tree was empty as well. It was at this point, after several minutes of vane searching, that the Cypherus Grem began to feel nervous. He wasn’t afraid of the dark by any means…but he was afraid of being left alone. And this little inkling of fear that began to creep in on him was all that it took… The lingering fog at his feet began to thicken as if his growing fear was coalescing in front of his very eyes, slowly taking shape.