Back to the Future 1999: Raining at the Same Time

"Hey, honey, where are you?"

A man's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Oh my God, I'm right downstairs from my house, by the phone booth, honey."

A woman's voice came from both the thick fog and the phone.

"But I'm just downstairs from your house."

"Oh! My dear, I finally see you. It's all because of this damn thick fog. Even though you're so close to me, I feel like you're a thousand miles away.

Okay, now hold my hand, I don’t want to be separated from you again.”

The man who found his girlfriend's location immediately opened his arms and held his girlfriend tightly as she swooped down like a bird.

“Of course, I’ll hold your hand, darling, and let me see our rings.

What the hell are those Foggs doing? This fog blinded me, and I couldn't even see our engagement ring. You have it on, right, Jack?

"Of course... dear, that's my sweetheart, how could I bear to take it off. By the way, what is the Fuge family you mentioned?"

Jack was so eager to meet his girlfriend that he went out in a hurry and forgot such an important thing.

Not wanting to make his girlfriend angry, he quickly changed the subject. After all, as he lived away from home, he didn't know much about a very important family in London - the Fogg family.

The rain in London seems to never stop, from the past, to the present, and to the future.

The thick fog brought by rain was a major headache for the city's defenders. Thus, the Fugo family, known as the "Mist Lords," who could absorb the fog, came into being.

Employed by London officials to deal with the frequent "fog" in the city and restore good visibility for citizens and the military, they constantly shuttled through the thick fog with their iconic black pointed umbrellas, looking for the best position to absorb the fog.

Over time, their family gradually earned the honorific title of "Mist Walkers".

"Father, can I really do this?"

Eight-year-old Oliver followed his father into the deep fog for the first time to do the work of a "fog walker".

"Of course you can. You are my son, the heir to the excellent occultist Fugo family! Believe in yourself."

It is not known whether his father's words worked, but Oliver, who was actually doing it for the first time, still mustered up the courage, nervously held the black umbrella in his hand, and chanted the first mystical spell in his life.

“Kie revenas la nebulo”

As the last byte fell, the surrounding fog suddenly rushed into the tip of the small umbrella as if it had seen a guiding lighthouse.

The water vapor-laden fog gathered like a vortex, and became less and less visible to the naked eye.

The sunlight gradually penetrated the place where they stood, first shedding its grace on the boy who caused the miracle, and then gradually spreading to the surroundings with him as the center.

Even old Fu Ge, who had devoted half his life to this cause, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this scene.

Even without much practice, the results Oliver showed were already comparable to his current self.

God bless our Fuge family for having such a gifted child.

"Father...Father, I...I can't hold on any longer."

As more and more fog was attracted, Oliver's expression changed from surprise and excitement at the beginning to pain.

"Let go when you're ready. Remember the techniques I usually teach you and be careful not to hurt yourself."

The father, who finally came to his senses from his joy, held his son's trembling shoulders and supported him in completing the final finishing work.

Little Oliver took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and then slowly exhaled.

The thick fog he had absorbed before seemed to float out of his body with this breath, turning into a wisp of green smoke, slowly floating towards the black umbrella in his hand and melting into the umbrella body.

"Hahaha……"

Finally it was over, and Oliver was breathing heavily. Old Fugo patted his back, smiling without saying a word.

"Give it back to you."

As if somewhat dissatisfied, little Oliver stuffed the umbrella into his father's hand, and after breathing well, he walked away.

"How was it the first time?"

“It doesn’t feel very good.”

"Hahaha, you're still young, it's normal to feel this way, not to mention it's your first time.

You've done a really great job, and your fog removal skills are almost as good as mine. You should be proud of yourself."

Hearing this, little Oliver stopped and looked at his hands in disbelief. Old Fuge said nothing more, but smiled, anticipating his son's next reaction.

However, the son just looked at it quietly for a while, then continued walking away.

"Hmm? You can tell you're quite talented, right? Don't you want to take on this glorious career?"

"Not for now, not interested. And don't you still have your dad?"

Faced with this obvious rejection, Old Fu Ge did not get angry, but respected the child's current choice.

"It's okay. You're still young and have plenty of time. Besides work, there are many other things in the world worth trying. But I believe you will take over this job in the future.

After all, this is our family's mission, and no one can do it except us.

And one day, you will realize what a great and sacred job this is.”

He didn't comment on what his father said, but for little Oliver now, he really had no interest in it.

Rather than the painful and boring responsibilities and missions, he longed to become a member of Arsenal Football Club, hoping that one day he could run freely on the field like them, and receive enthusiastic cheers from the audience with his goal passes.

As if he saw what little Oliver was thinking, Old Fugo smiled and put his hand on his head, stroking it.

"Go ahead and do what you like. But please believe that no matter what happens, I will appear in time to protect you and save you, my little man."

Since then, Old Fugo really never asked Oliver to pick up the black umbrella again.

Just before going out every morning, after kissing his wife good morning as usual, he smiled and gave Oliver a look, as if to say:

Just wait, you will soon be able to see how handsome your father is!

However, little Oliver did not understand his father's idea and just thought that his father showed more care for him. Every day after his father left, he waved goodbye to his mother, said he was going to study at a classmate's house, and then quietly ran to Highbury Stadium to practice.

Whenever he wanted, he would leave quietly without telling his mother and pursue his dreams.

Perhaps it was his confidence as a "fog walker" that made him never give up, even when there was thick fog outside the window. He was stubborn and resolute, and plunged into the fog.

And the blood in his body never seemed to let him down. It always allowed him to find landmarks before he was completely lost, and finally reach where he wanted to go safely.

This happens every day, seemingly without exception.

Then, on a morning that seemed no different from any other.

"Mom! I'm going out!"

Before the mother's words could even fly out of the room, they were blocked inside the house by thick fog and left far behind by the boy.