A boy and a girl wandered through the woods.
The girl held the boy's hand--- or perhaps it was the other way around. Their fingers were so tightly intertwined that it was hard to tell. It was this alone that betrayed their unease; otherwise they would have resembled any two children taking a stroll in a beautiful sunlit park, rather than wandering around in the depths of a lost wood blanketed with fog. Their strides were slow and easy, and they regarded the passing trees with apparent curiosity, but their grips on one another were white-knuckled and fierce. Every so often, the girl would dart a glance behind them, as if looking for something. She never found it, but it didn't stop her from trying.