Thinking in the Mist
About a week after the mandatory curfew was instilled, Arturian the Second was in his home thinking. He was distraught by what had happened at the police station and how ridiculous he looked to everyone. He had not been outside since then and paid no attention to what was going on.
As he sat in his armchair thinking about what he could do about his recent humiliation, every one of his windows in front, beside and behind him, were obscured by a thick mist. Very often, Arturian would not pay attention to the important things when they occurred, but he would at least would normally notice the events with the curfew when he would go on his regular nighttime walks or was listening to his late night broadcasts. He did none of those things.