The young man winced. His fingers crushed together, and then cold wrapped all around him. There was mist. A fog obscuring things far away, but only misting things over nearby. It was a strange way to see the world. People were shadows of themselves. Less colorful, less vibrant, that was what everything was all of a sudden. It was wonderful, like nothing he'd ever seen before. And he had seen a lot. "Fine, fine, I'll look. But don't blame me if I can't find the thing." It wasn't like he actually knew how to track the things. All he could do was look, and that he did. He walked, avoided people and looked around at everything. Too bad he couldn't go up on the roof and look at everything from up there. It would make everything so much easier.