Fog was common in Miami in certain months and it always felt like it hung different than the dense wet fog of the mountains that ran down into the valleys before being abolished by the rise of the morning sun. Miami Fog seemed to like to hang around for a little bit, eventually drawn back out to the sea as things got warmer over the day.

He was up and out early today, readying himself for another 4 hour drive up to some barely inhabited swamp land with a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito, taking in the easy, if hard to see morning. The sounds of city and the soft milling of people fade out and Raylan doesn't notice until he notices that he's.. all alone. The rest of the burrito is stuffed in his mouth as he listens for anything-

A step behind him wasn't enough time for him to react outside of a "Whoa" as he turns around to be face to face with a woman-

Wait. He knows that face.